Different Paths, New Paths
Our new home keeps revealing itself to us in unexpected ways, the way old farmhouses tend to do. Bedlam Farm is also like that, old things oozing up out of the barns, treasures and mysteries in barns and empty rooms and gardens. We are uncovering several beautiful old slate walkways – one in front of the house, this new one – dug out by Ajay – behind the house, and leading curiously straight to the birdbath we just brought over from Bedlam Farm.
Paths are important to me, I am always on one, the hero journey is riddled with them, some going nowhere, some leading to chaos others to bliss, some to magic, some to mystery. This new path leads to an old bird bath, a sitting area in the shade overlooking the pasture where Rocky and the donkeys will come and graze and visit us, looking for apples and treats which, with Maria around, they will get. Old farms often had these paths – slate was plentiful and better than mud – and like ours, many have been covered by grass, leaves and time. They are beautiful stones, and they are important to us, and I am grateful to Ajay for digging them out. Another of the many things revealing itself to us as we get to know our new home.
I see the new home as a path all of itself, and I am very driven to be there.
Today, a different kind of treasure – Internet cable. More blogs, videos, photos. Yes.