three inches of snow. yay. temperature at 11:35, 29°
I grew up in many places. Many houses. It is who I am, a woman of a house that was built into a side of a hill, a woman of a small home on a lake, a woman of a lofted apartment, but mostly, I am a woman made out of my grandparents house.
Their house was set on just barely two acres of land born from my great-grandfathers farm. When you stand at the end of the driveway you can imagine, between the cars that travel the highway of route 74, what it was like when the sun set at the farm, how the land must have look in the spring when it smelled of earth and new. Read the rest of this entry