the new beauty in my life

I miss the Farm: the smells of it; the way the mountains around look in every season; my secret places I could wander to; having cows, chickens, and pigs for neighbors; living and working with friends...too many things. But, I am trying to find beauty in this new, gritty city too. I love Lake Erie; love that some mornings I can hear Erie's gulls screaming on the wind; love those moments before I open my eyes, when I can almost imagine that I will again wake up in my tiny cabin in the woods.

Lake Erie in December


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