Welcome to my blog, on it's first day. I have wanted to do this for a long time.
I am not kidding when I tell you I live in the middle of nowhere, but I don't mean it in a negative way, except, well, in the middle of winter.
There has been an exceptional amount of time, alone, in quiet, to think, to hear and to ponder. I think my soul has been the thing most "farmed" around here. I'm not completely alone though, children are here, one mainly still at home, my beautiful Katie. My husband is home most weekends. Friends occasionally venture out here, but mostly it's my car that's getting the wear and tear of many miles on rough dirt roads. It's amazing how well a little Honda Civic holds up.
In the winter, no traffic goes by, except the snow plow, which turns around at the end of our property up the road. We live at the place where it is only seasonally maintained. The rest of the year, if ten vehicles go by during a day, that's a big day.
This naturally leads me to mention my dogs, because they like the excitement of chasing the few cars that go by. One of them lost a leg to this activity, but is AMAZING on three legs. He lost it in the fall of the year, and by the next summer, when we spend so much time swimming in our pond, we were wondering how he'd handle the loss of his swimming passion. Surprisingly, he doesn't realize that swimming with only one leg in the front might be impossible. So, "Mickey" still swims, though at first, when he would try shaking off the water, he'd knock himself off his feet. Now, I don't see him limited at all. He is a picture of happy, all the time. He happily sleeps in the middle of a snow storm, in deeply accumulating snow, unfazed and happy, goofy happy. His brother Shadow doesn't enjoy swimming, but is almost as happy as his sibling, except when his bro gets more attention than him. These two furballs collect carrion, left over from hunting season, and there is never any telling what kinds of things they find to chew on, and give me to trip over.
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