I am feeling somewhat sad this evening. I moved into the little yellow house about three years ago. It has been a very happy time for me. I have enjoyed working on the little house and making the changes that have turned it into a cozy little home. When I moved here I knew this would be my journey’s end. I am home. Then why am I sad?
Well, I have been feeling that my time here is limited somehow. My health has not deteriorated as I had feared; I am still mobile although I have been ill for three friggin’ weeks…lol! I just have been experiencing a rather dismal forboding. I have tried to be very sensible when the feelings settle on me; my mother died when she was 58 and I am now 55. Maybe this sense of fleeting time is rooted in that sad reality? I just keep moving forward while enjoying each day as it comes. I love my little home here in small town America. This is truly my journey’s end; I have no need to move any more.
The little yellow house is now the little grey house…it has grown a little as well. Here are some more current photos. It is winter here now though so things look a little different. Hope that you like it!
The back door...
Back door and my craft cabin
Back door with side view
Here in the country we use the back door as a main entry. We sit on the deck and visit. When the sun has gone behind the trees the back yard is nicely shaded. It is a very peaceful place even with the trucks that go past the front of the house on the way to Morton Salt. I am grateful for my life today. M
