Fresh Air.

I have been at my second destination for 2 days now. I am so enjoying the fellowship!
The Fout's (our old friends from california) have a huge property! There are 3 barns, 1 chicken house, 1 garage, and a large house. On top of that they have a lake (with a dock), 3 chicken coops, a large wooded area, a 6000 sq. ft. garden, and not to mention all of their animals! Needless to say, there is a lot of fun stuff to do.

Even with all of this to entertain me, I find myself just sitting. Watching as the clothes on the clothes-line sway back and forth in the wind. Listening to the birds sing their melodious song. Smelling the fresh, clean, unspoiled air. Feeling the wind on my face.

 Lindsay (my sister) and the two oldest girls when on a walk thru the woods. They hope to find some good branches with which to make bows and arrows from. They invited me to come but, I declined.

All I want to do to stare at the beautiful and majestic land that lays before me.

In so many way I feel almost as if I am the main character of a book. I find my self narration my experiences as if reading them from a book. For instance this was my experience this morning: "As she walked down the creaky stairs she was pleasantly surprised to be hit by a gust of cool wind. This wind was a welcome change from the heat of the upstairs bedroom where she has been sleeping. As she walked down stairs she was even more pleasantly surprised to find that the cool air was not just a gust but, a steady stream.  Looking at the thermometer located on the back porch she found that the temperature was a lovely 70 degrees. This was a vast improvement from the previous day. Yesterday it had been 85 degrees with no wind at all."
You get the picture. Its weird and yet oddly fitting.

That atmosphere is very conducive to a creative mind. Words come so easily. Thoughts are so clear.

I am finally starting to understanding why they choose to live in the middle of nowhere. On a farm.