Does anyone else remember reading these books? I loved all the Laura Ingalls-Wilder books and have dreamed ever since of living in a log cabin in the woods. My only qualm has been the lack of running water. Silly isn't it, darkness, cold, damp and isolation ( oh it sounds heavenly when you put it like that ) never bothered me. I have a romantic notion of hip baths in front of the fire and lots of warm cuddles afterwards but the thought of not being able to flush a toilet filled me with dread. However, I have put a fair bit of research into the ideas surrounding compost toilets and think I could manage to build one and cope with it. My main concern now is a spider biting my bum...I know it's not Australia and most of the time I can ignore the little darlings as I have slowly trained myself to respect their place in our world. So long as they are not running towards me with a pick axe and hob nailed boots I am content to let them scurry along or doze in the corner. However, living in the woods the spiders do tend to be bigger, scarier and hairier than in town so I know from my personal experiences staying with friends and family in such places that I would have to get used to their larger cousins.
Still, what I wouldn't give to be able to open the door to nature and let the children play without the constant worry of traffic and pollution and people...who knows maybe I might even get my husband back as I am sure all the noise and toxins we are forced to live with aggravate his condition and inhibit any chance of a full recovery. It is silly but I dream in greens and browns of every imaginable hue. Oh to grow my own veg, watch the chickens scrabble in the dust and maybe even a pig or 2...( yes I know I have just described my grandparents place but I don't think we would all fit in their tiny spare room, unfortunately )
Heaven take thy soul, and England keep my bones...
...the older I get the more I appreciate our beautiful country. We have such a diverse landscape, beautiful rolling hills, mountains, rivers, lakes, moorland, woodlands and coasts. We are often so busy looking over the fence and imagining greener pastures that we forget how lucky we really are. I want to fully embrace this beauty and live in harmony with it. I want to teach my children all the things my father taught us about the creatures we share this beautiful land with and respect for all who share it. I want freedom from earthly materialistic gain and I want space to see....life it happens instead of it passing us by while we are busy making plans for something else.
So if any friendly farmers or woodland folk out there would like rent us some land to possibly build a hobbit house or park a caravan on I would be very obliged...(I know I know but one can always dream).
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