But today it is still warm and I sit here in my rocking chair in the dining room looking out the old screen door. My grandson Hank sits in his baby swing next to the rocker watching grandmaw work.
He is amazed at the thunk of my snap beans as they fall in the metal dishpan. O Wise One picked these this morning and it should be enough for about 1 cooking or 7 quarts to add to the pantry. The old radio plays softly in the kitchen, an old country station out of the little town not far from here. Riley the little black scottie dog is curled, napping, at my feet.
The kitchen smells of fresh apples brought in this morning from the tree, and cinnamon and butter as my apple pie bakes in the oven.
The laundry already on the line flaps in the cool breeze.
In the distance I hear the roar of a motor as O Wise One mows the grass down toward the woods.
I am content and thankful. People often ask if I get lonely living this far out in the country. Not really! I came here with the man that I love and we have made this a home. Raised a family, built a house, tended the land. Our hair is gray and we slow now. All the children are gone but one. But this is still home
Life is a journey they say. The journey has been long and hard, but alas I am home. May you all find such contentment and Love !
Blessings from The Holler
The Canned Quilter