Our Sanctuary

A year ago when we signed for our land, we never could have fathomed where our world would be today with COVID-19, protests and so much uncertainty. We have found peace and respite at our land, a place without the need for masks or fear of COVID-19 but with an abundance of the healing power of nature.

We headed to the land Saturday afternoon, all of us crabby and in need of attitude adjustments. Some time in nature provided the necessary adjustments. We spent time organizing our space, re-hanging our sign, visiting with my folks, riding the ranger, testing out a back blade for the tractor and then splashing and attempting to tube in the river.

A boy and his tractor.

Although we need to be careful for the wild parsnip, which can cause serious burns, the boys have freedom to roam there. Teddy can see the tractor several hundred yards away and run to it, without us steps behind him to keep him from trouble. He has more space and more freedom, whether to dig in the dirt, run to his beloved tractor or learn how to tube in the river. (OK, the last one requires serious supervision.)

It's simple memories, time spent together, time outdoors and time on tractors and rangers. The summer nights are splendid with fireflies lighting up the night. The mornings are my favorite, although they're often early with Teddy, because a heavy fog usually settles into the valley. It's the most beautiful and peaceful time of the day in my opinion.

His toothless smile kills me. I'll be sad when it's gone. 

We're blessed to have this land to call ours, and we look forward to the years to come when others can make memories there with us.