Took kiddo for a picnic by the creek on my parent’s property. We don’t get to visit much, and things are awkward what with the shunning requirement of their faith, but it was lovely. Mom had found a sewing machine for me, made in probably the 50s or 60s, a neat old Singer that will last me as long as I need one. It was very sweet and generous of her and completely unexpected. She also had a few sewing supplies for me, which was super considerate. When I left my Stardust in Idaho I came back with what little I could fit in my tiny car. And sewing supplies weren’t part of it.
I’m thinking I’ll do some preparing basic garb for Sherwood Forest Faire next spring, and definitely get some capes started as soon as possible.
Anyway, back to it…we picnicked on the property my parents have owned for about 17 years and I’ve been in love with it from the first day I walked under the trees.
The place is covered in pecan trees and has a creek on one side. It’s my absolute heaven on earth and I wish it could be mine someday but I know it’s not likely now. Mom did tell be before that they’re leaving it to my sister. Who lives three states away and wouldn’t move back, I’m sure she’d sell it. Sigh. Not anything I can do about it.
So in the meantime I visit the trees when I can. And today took kiddo to sit with me out there for a little while.
The skies were tremendously odd and I loved them.
We spread a blanket out and sat and listened to the squirrels in the trees above us. These trees are so massive at the base, I’m sure many are 200-300 years old at the least. Which means they were loved by natives not very long ago.
This one is so massive I swear it’s a hundred feet tall, and probably easily 12 feet around the base. Some branches grew so full and long they sagged to the ground and back up again. It’s ancient and absolutely perfect and I love him.
And of course some obligatory shots taken while I still can, before something happens that keeps me away from the trees I call home.
It was a beautiful day and everything was perfect. Even the stickers I had to pull out of my bare feet.
A Burd in Flight 