Change On The Horizon

Life has been feeling a bit stagnant lately.

Stifled.

I've admitted before that I'm a dreamer, there's always an ambition bouncing around in my mind that I feel like if I can't begin bringing it to life by tomorrow I might burst!

This dream is real.

Boof and I have been talking a lot lately about moving to a new town and my heart and mind are set.

My heart hasn't felt comfortable here for quite some time now and my soul is ready, but we have decided to wait for the right time.

That will be when our boys have finished their schooling, by then they will be beginning their own journeys in adult life. 

I'd love for them to choose to come along and see what future is to be had in our next town to call home.

We have chosen the town, a place we have visited together and all love. 

I've done lots of planning and researching and it is definitely do-able, especially being a few years off. I cant wait!

But here is where I am.. for now.

So I will go forth with my days, caring for my family, garden, and my soul by doing things I love to balance out the stresses.

My dahlia blanket is about half way I think and despite my heart-dizzying love for it, I am leaning toward selling it, which in itself would be another big accomplishment for me.

This was the most of our summer vege harvest and while we were going to rest the garden beds over winter, with the lack of groceries in our stores currently due to people stockpiling (which, I want to add, I see nothing wrong with being prepared.. just please let's not get violent over it).. we have decided to put in a winter crop after all. 

We have topped up our seed supply and got a few seedlings to go in directly but as I sit here, relaxing and typing this post, I should really be in the backyard shovelling cow doo and hay to plant into.

The day after I posted about my home made rain barrel we had a bit of rain, not a lot but enough since to fill it to half.

Yay!

I read a couple of books last month.

The sequel to The Tattooist of Auschwitz, Cilkas Journey. It was a really captivating story.

Another of the same context, Hetty, by Hetty Verlome. It is her real life account of her time I  Bergen-Belsen. Her story is the most graphic and touching I have ever read about the holocaust. She conveyed her recount in such a way that broke my heart just to read it, let alone try to comprehend actually living it as she did.

In my last couple of posts I forgot to continue on with my gratitudes so I will do a couple extra today..

I am grateful..

1. That everyone's quick actions saved our beloved pooches life nearly 2 weeks ago. Not a story I want to talk about but she is safe and healthy, and smelly as ever 💚

2. My family are healthy and strong, especially in times like these.

3. To have a dream to hold onto. That can soothe my racing mind at nights and carry me through the day.

4. For books to take me on adventures when I can't physically go.

5.  For love. What a beautiful world it is when you  have love. 

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