When you have had enough, when the cards seem stacked against you, when you find yourself 2 degrees to the left of your intended destination, and you just need some soul food, where do you run for solace?
Sometimes, when husband is on back to back business trips, when we’ve had some rough waters, and when I just need to come up for air, I find myself running to the landscape of my childhood.
For, me refueling must involve rickety bridges over red dirt and moss banked creeks,
Nature having her way,
Pine cones,
and pockets full of pecans (at least this time of year).
We’ve flown the coop, and gone on a short trip with my mom (aka Nana) to the place of my birth, and hers, and her mother’s, and her mother before that.
And as my guys run, and gather and swing and squeal, and dig and laugh, I wonder… will this be for them, what it is for me… the place where their shoulders relax, their breath slows, and they can just be?
Just.
Be.
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so peaceful. everything rests there.
love the old bike. love.
Just beautiful. I love seeing nature growing over the detrius that we leave behind. Have a lovely peaceful time, my friend.
Oh, wow. I hope it is.
Very interesting, since we are experiencing nearly the same thing. Daddy away on business trips, the hosue falling into fast chaos. It’s so wonderful to think that I can start again tomorrow.
we all need a place like that.
to just be…..
wonderful photos…have a relaxing time.
how lovely to have a place like that! enjoy and relax. your photos are gorgeous.
I am struggling with the decision of wandering off into the woods or staying in the city and going to the pumpkin patch this weekend. This is food for thought.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
love that sink! have a great trip!
That last photo is just perfect.
great tractor pic – enjoy the coolishness!
i love each and every bit about this post, stefani. may you find great peace and much wonder in reconnecting with your roots.
Great photo’s. I’m a sucker for old tractor pictures. And barns & windows & doors & trails & bridges. OK, anything rustic & peaceful.
What a breath of fresh air. Thank you Stefani!
oooohhhhhhh Pecans!!! I remember living in Louisiana and picking up pecans off the ground. Every Sunday we drove an hour to a meeting area to drop off my sister so she could catch the school bus to the deaf school. We’d wait with other families and right nearby were pecan trees!! Mom would send me off with a paper bag and I’d scamper around filling it up! I learned to crack ‘em in my hands without a nut cracker. No pecan trees here, but my girls get to scamper around the garden.. I think it’s an even trade off.
Gorgeous photos, and “just being” – what a great ides every once in a while.
This made me relax looking and reading. And dreaming, remembering my special place. As usual, such beautiful, tranquil photos and words.
funny-that describes exactly how I felt about the farm we live on now before we moved here. This reminds me of all the things I love about this place, all the things it was to me as a child, and reminds me to slow down, cherish it, share it, and let my shoulders relax a bit.
(they’re feeling tense right now after a bedtime struggle. i hate that. being a big grumpy bear-mom at bedtime.)
You should write a book–with lots of pictures, too!
Great pictures. I love the careful balancing act going on in the first one. =D
stunning. your words, your photos. i think my shoulders would relax there, for sure.
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