I still find it hard to describe the feeling of being at the farm. It’s peace, happiness, pride, calm and so much more.
My favourite place at my favourite place is the pond.
Since we moved here I’ve envisioned walking along the edge of the water, a bench on the shore, maybe a little dock out into the water and a firepit.
On the weekend, one part of that came true–or started to–with our very first fire at the pond.
This fire was less of a campfire and more about cleaning up all of the brush that’s accumulated from our work.
The pond shore was my main outdoor goal for this whole year. Then by June I’d given up on this plan after we ran into hiccups with a broken arm, broken chainsaw and other projects. That changed with the arrival of our mower and all of Matt’s and our nephew’s work.
My fall to-do list included mowing the meadow and the shore one more time, but I’m letting that one go now.
Hopefully, we can resume in the spring and push on towards my vision for my favourite place.
We’ll be closer than we have ever been before.