Visualization Becomes Reality

My home sits in the back of a wooded wonderland. Surrounded by huge oak and maple trees. With a few pine trees scattered throughout the front yard for Holiday purposes. The canopy of leaves providing enough shade for coolness but has an open clearing or two for thr sun to peek through. This is where our cat likes to sun bathe. Our dogs prefer the more wooded fenced in area to do their business and run free in. I have a garden with a combination of flowers and veggies. I have several fruit trees lining the garden path. Apple. Pear. Some berries bushes like deep purple grapes my Gramma Helen had or blueberries and we can start a new tradition. A bench or two to sit and enjoy the view of the sunset or sunrise struned along the walking path. This garden leads to the back of the cabin complete with a clothes line and playground for the grandbabies. An old outhouse is the distance with a crescent moon cut into the door that is just along the do not pass fence line.

I walk into my country kitchen with the wood burning fireplace in the corner for those chilly winter nights. I see my children sitting around a oak picnic table that sits 12, all enjoying fruit pies and tarts from the various tress and bushes outside. Laughing so hard tears of happiness run down their cheeks. Leaving behind mascara and dirty grime streaks on my babies faces. And then laughing harder when one of them makes a smart ass remark about the other. My double sided country sink is full of dishes that made various homemade meals like mac-n-cheese, corn bread and BBQ ribs. Bubbles of Dawn overflowing the pots onto the wooded floors giving me a reason to mop my floors.

As I walk past my children reminiscing in the kitchen I see my many grandchildren of different ages huddled together playing board games, cards and bumper pool. They're laughing, joking around with the others, listening to different kinds music the others have suggested. They eat, drink and are merry. Discussions of such magnitude that I pause to sneak a listen, smile, then move on.

As I walk down the long hall full of pictures I'm reminded of my past. Pictures of my kids. Their kids. My family. My husband's family. Their respective families. So many pictures you can get lost in the stories they tell.

I enter the family room where I find the older generations playing cards, drinking, smoking and laughing their butts off. Everyone is having fun. Laughing. No arguing. Only love is spoken here. I walk past the couches and chairs to check the other wood burning fireplace to make sure it's working properly or needs tending to. 

I hear my husband call me from our master suite. He's putting away the clean clothes that were on the line only a few hours ago. He kisses my forehead as I check myself in the full length mirror, wiping always wrinkles in my apron. He's ensuring me that I look as beautiful as the day he watched me walk down the halls of our High School. I embrace his arms, hug him tight and feel immensely better about myself. I feel his love.

As we walked out to the wrap around porch attached to our room, we are surrounded by the smells of the forest. Oak. Maple. Pine. Fresh grass and flowers. Our own personal Narnia. We watch a family of deer slowly graze and walk on. Knowing they are safe from harm. They are the ones that own the land. We're borrowing it for a little bit. My wind chimes make the most peaceful notes and bring peace and serenity to my soul. I sit in my wicker rocker, watch the sunset fall behind the forest of oak, maple and pines trees. I watch the light pass through the clouds and trees. Just enough to feel the magic of Twilight. 

I walk back through the halls of the cabin full of family drawn pictures and homemede art from my children, nieces, nephews and grandbabies. I look in their rooms to make sure everyone has everything they need. Enough blankets. Night lights. Snuggles. I'm here. Willing to give and love.

I turn off lights through out the house. Damper the fireplace. Put the cat out. Make sure the dogs have done their nightly duties and make some tea. Once the cat is out and the dogs are in I grab my hot herbal milky sweet tea, think of my Gammy Wendy and thank my Hevenly Father for my amazing and wonderful life.

Blessed Be 💕