Sep. 2nd, 2008

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The smell of the woods, musky and earthy, mixed with the high, light note of wood smoke.
A touch of the spicy scent of dried leaves starting to edge in at the corners.
The cool of the shadows, the dew on the grass so thick it looked like frost, contrasting with the gentle warm of the sun.
Long walks up dirt roads with my dog, his fur warm under my hands.

Sights, sounds, smells. End of summer. Beginning of fall. Putting up. Taking stock. Blueberries thick on the bush. Beans and broccoli blanched and frozen. Corn turned to relish and canned. Apples getting red. Applesauce in the future. Pie. Hay.


There are things I've started thinking about. My style. My preference. Things I want in my future.

House on a slope facing south-south west. Near a water source. With a walk-in basement. Chest Freezer. Centralized wood stove. View of the horizon. Porch. Barn. So far, that's what I've got.


I rather don't want to be here any more. I just have to figure out how to convert over to a different lifestyle and figure out a way to maintain it. Stupid day job.

- K.

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