She reminds me of Mrs. Hogget from Babe. She speaks in stories. She also wrote love letters to her partner Sue (aka Sue-mac) in old Scots (e.g. Rabbie Burns) and “Make[s] it a point to try everything once, except incest and folk dancing.” They built the house themselves. My shared bedroom is loft-like, there is a woodstove and a plethora of books. Outside there is also a peach tree, apple trees, many blueberries, a few beehives, a kiwi plant around a Japanese garden-esque archway, and various other projects. They want to build a hobbit house. Later, we’re going to walk around the lake (which has formed from far too much rain) and try to find mushrooms.
There’s highland cows (which, if you’ve never seen, please do a google image search, or check out pictures which I WILL take before I leave and post) including a month old calf, a boar, a sow, and four piglets, a cat with frostbitten ears, chickens, guinea hens, and a border collie who in a passion for “bouncy round things” sniffs them out in jacket pockets.
I’m glad I decided to take a chance, another step out in the world, to throw myself into life. I used to be so afraid of doing so. Even now, it takes a bit of a push.
In thinking about my future, this might not be a bad place to end up. Not here, specifically, but a farm, or at the very least a farm house. With animals. Though it is work, I think I would like something to keep me busy, to truly enjoy my moments of rest, to feel that I have earned my life and living.
In fact, to truly enjoy everything I do, to swallow the marrow of life.