Finding love in the country
August 8, 2011 § 1 Comment
Sisters are different flowers from the same garden. ~Author Unknown
Dear Little Bird. Dear Little Tiger.
On our way to Hood River last week to pick blueberries and camp under the stars, we stopped at Becca’s house for a visit. One of the reasons why I love her new place in the “country” so much is that it forces you to go outside and play in the grass. Her space practically requires you to explore and discover all of the many nooks and crannies behind trees and stumps and dirt piles. At the end of the day a dusty face and grubby hands are really your only option. Taking a bath in her big metal wash tub is a relief and something to look forward to.
And the love. One of my favorite things about being with my dear friend Becca, and hopefully she’ll become your dear friend too, is the love she bestows on you as if you were her very own. The instruction she gives you, the reprimands, the teaching of chores, the book-reading and the hugs – what Becca gives to you is a gift.
We are heading back to her home again this week. We’ll have warm weather to enjoy, our tent to sleep in, stars to look at, a visit to the library, berry picking, garden-fresh meals and most of all, love. Lots of it.