I was walking on a friend’s farm this morning. I’ve missed it. The icy, freezing rain weather of the last few weeks has made rural walking a treacherous thing. But today – the dog and I made it back out. There was a coyote greeting us on the trail and two white tail deer leapt right in front of the dog – his jaw dropped and he froze in place.
Getting out and walking has always been a healthy thing for me. Tracing the perimeter of a farm field is almost the best place I know for finding clarity, new perspective and creative thoughts.
It got me thinking about how I always imagined that I would have a farm – something like the one I grew up on. A hobby farm, probably. Living closer to nature is a big draw.
As I looked out into my sizeable back yard last night as the snow fell and wondered why I don’t go out there in the evening – even in the winter – to enjoy the space. Probably the January blah factor. And the darkness.
A farm for me represents space, nature, animals, wood stoves and trails. And maybe a reason to stay home because it is such a beautiful place to just be in.
Lucky for me, I have friends with farms. There are trails, chickens, cats, dogs, bunnies, deer, ponds, big vegetable gardens and views out the kitchen window that I could stare out all day.