Mythology and Other Truths
With this front porch view?
And this bedroom window sunrise?
Like all things, the novelty will fade. But until then, it’s pretty spectacular to see a place. Again. For the first time. Again. We knew about the school system, and bad roads, and “interesting” neighbors – well before we signed the title work for the property. You weigh your options, you take good with bad, find a view you like, shrug your shoulders and then – well, I guess you just hope for the best. I think it has a little to do with imagination or optimism. Either way, so far, thinking outside the proverbial box has paid a huge return in intangible currency. You’ve got to love the prospect of a place to love a place like this. And, oh boy, do I.
This weekend we turned the crooked purple shed into a boarding house for wayward horses starting with one tenant whose owners needed a spot until they can build a suitable enclosure. Layla is a wild-eyed yearling. She whinnies often, and it’s thrilling to hear a horse prancing around just beyond the house.
A house in the forest and a horse in pasture was, for a long time, as likely as spotting a unicorn at the hay bale: not very likely. Seriously, I spent the entirety of winter-spring 2011 doubting that living at the land was anything beyond a myth I’d created. And now there’s a horse in the pen, a house on a hill. One girl leaning on a cedar post looking at the dirt and seeing grass. A myth turned from fiction into fact.