When a knitter falls in the forest...

Well, okay... I haven’t actually fallen in the forest (at least not lately). I have, however, fallen in love with the mountains and the lake all over again.

We’ve been fishing...

See, years ago we lived right up over the hill from this very lake. In-fact, if you look at the very center of this picture:

I was smack-dab in the middle there in a flat bottom fishing boat when my water broke with Kid #3 (that would be him in the first picture above).

We lived near my sister and her family and my parents and grandparents and friends I’ve had for so long.

But life happens and things change for better and worse and we moved away and out of the trees and far from the lake and my sister and her family and my parents and grandparents and friends I’ve had for so long.

We certainly had a plan and good reasons for moving. Part of me needed to get away from the life I had shared with J because even though everything looked the same it didn’t feel the same with him gone. It was a constant reminder of things we did everyday and places we went on the weekend and hot summer evenings.

Mac Daddy and I have made a good life here where its a little louder and a lot busier. We’ve been happy and stable and the kids have thrived and grown.

But we’ve always talked about the what-ifs and the maybes. I’ve told him my fishing stories and he’s told me his tractor stories because though we both have country roots we’ve never been there together.

He was not shocked to hear that I’ve slung cow manure at 2 am on a dairy farm and I can just imagine him perched atop a Farm All tractor.

The kids and I drove up to my sisters house the other day to spend some time with her and her kids. The kids all played together (there are 8 between us). The little kids played in the sand box, the boys climbed trees and found a bird nest. My sister and I sat at her kitchen table where we could see and hear the kids, and the mountain, through the window. She worked on a quilt binding and I finished up some smocking and we talked.

That evening Mac Daddy and I talked again and we looked out our window at the work trucks and the freshly paved road and the sign for the new development that is being built behind our house. It looks just like the one in front of the house. And there’s a new store right around the corner where you can buy gas and cigarettes on your way to the highway.

I find it all so very sad.

So we’ve decided to go home... together.

While we work at finding our perfect little place in the mountains I’ll continue to knit and smock and drive the drive that takes us home to play as much as we can.

There’s a lovely pink item blooming...

and the blue and white project continues to grow...

there are some faeries in the smocking...

and this little guy came to visit today after a rain shower...

Comments

[Miz Booshay]

I'm sorry for that poor typing.
I was so excited by the snail.

I meant to say,
I have never seen one in person.

[Miz Booshay]

Look at that snail!
How cool...and snail like!

I have never see on in person.
Really neat little creature :o)

[Miss Scarlett]

Oh that is such nice news! I am happy for you and your children to be moving back to a more natural setting - it makes such a difference to your spirit. I hope that you are able to enjoy the memories the return will bring. {hug}

I love the faerie fabric - a touch of whimsy is so special.

And genius photo of the snail! I forget to see their beauty when they are munching in my garden - but they are amazing. Children are great at helping us to see things more clearly.

[stefaneener]

Oh, you go! I can't think of a better choice. I wish it were mine to make still.

[elizabeth m]

Big changes afoot!

[Guro]

Romantic, yet sad story. I wish you the very best of luck finding your new place!

And I love the faeries:)