That’s me in the tree that I believe is a marker tree. Still working on the verification. Don’t worry, the tree can handle me and I surely won’t hurt it. See how we have cleared out the buckthorn? Yesterday, was cold out, but once we got working and had the buckthorn burning in the firepit, I was not cold at all. Yes I’m wearing a handknit hat. We worked hard for too long. By the time we came in the sun was setting and my back was spasming. I’m totally in love with the new house, the new woods, the quiet and being surrounded by nature. And I was afraid to move. Ha! It has been a year of wonderous change for me. Last New Years I had no idea we’d move forward and move on out.
I consider myself a planner. It’s a control freak thing. But, when I think of some of the events in my life , my little ordinary life, I know that I didn’t plan them. Something just moves me in that direction, and I do believe it is the Holy Spirit. I never planned to be a nurse. I never planned to retire when I did. I never planned to move to this area. But, there was always a calling to be in nature.. always.
I never planned to be a knitter. It, too, was a lingering wish I’d have when I would see a handknit baby sweater at a shower.
I certainly never planned to be a blogger, although I was always thrilled to be writing….and I never planned on you! I so enjoy this blog and the friendships and the wisdom ……you are a wise group!
The Marker tree is a marker for me. For my life. A symbol and a joy.
So, here’s to unplanned blessings that I am so Thankful for. (Yarn stash included)