Where the wild things grow.
This place is alive.
Figuratively, sure, this place is alive. It's alive with hopes and dreams and fears and ambitions. It's thick with all of that.
Really, though. It's alive with things that bloom and things that grow and things that taste delicious in these sweaty summer months. It's a challenge, you know. Living life at Lancaster Land, and always being on the run. The things that are alive take over.
The Mr. and I are on the go, a lot. I'm not talking about grocery store runs, although we're human and those things happen too. I'm talking about week-long work trips and weekends full of separate commitments. And sometimes, during this busy season which tends to last all year, we exchange our hellogoodbyes at the front door; he's arriving and I'm leaving.
Hellogoodbyes are hard.
Our lives are in a constant state of motion, and stuffed full with all of the good things. With all of the movement, we have to focus and refocus on all that's good, and often times, we are forced to stare out at what suffers.
Lancaster Land becomes the land of where the wild things grow. Because when the days are long and the nights are warm, one of two things happen. First, we're gone. We're apart. We're doing that moving forward and working to be better thing. The second, we're home. But we're sipping wine on the deck, enjoying the view of the overgrown wilderness, contemplating if the raspberries that have taken over the hillside are wild, and if they are, how wildly delicious they'll be.We're enjoying the northwest summer and somehow, it feels like it's enjoying us.
The yard suffers. The lawnmower is lonely. The field grass has grown so tall that Roscoe can't see over it when he runs and jumps through it. The house gets messy. But those are all things. Remember, life at Lancaster Land is an experience. Let the lawn grow. Let the weeds rule. Let us enjoy our time here.
XOXO
Figuratively, sure, this place is alive. It's alive with hopes and dreams and fears and ambitions. It's thick with all of that.
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| These just started growing, wild. |
The Mr. and I are on the go, a lot. I'm not talking about grocery store runs, although we're human and those things happen too. I'm talking about week-long work trips and weekends full of separate commitments. And sometimes, during this busy season which tends to last all year, we exchange our hellogoodbyes at the front door; he's arriving and I'm leaving.
Hellogoodbyes are hard.
Our lives are in a constant state of motion, and stuffed full with all of the good things. With all of the movement, we have to focus and refocus on all that's good, and often times, we are forced to stare out at what suffers.
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| Blueberries. |
The yard suffers. The lawnmower is lonely. The field grass has grown so tall that Roscoe can't see over it when he runs and jumps through it. The house gets messy. But those are all things. Remember, life at Lancaster Land is an experience. Let the lawn grow. Let the weeds rule. Let us enjoy our time here.
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| It's a jungle out there. |