Making a New Friend
Once, I came home from vacation and, stepping onto a certain patch of land, took a deep breath and sighed, "Hello friend, I've missed you." I noted the moment as the first time I called the land my friend. I had spent time in this place. I knew the rocks and the ditches. I had watched trees grow. I saw deer, turkey, fox and even a coyote during my time with that land. I knew the smell of the pine, the shape of the oak in the back corner. Who would have thought that land could feel like a friend? You know what's a bad way to start a friendship? Judgment. Telling everyone you know that a potential new friend is "weird" or "ugly". In a mid-April post, I talked about the "barren" and "damaged" land around our house. What was I thinking??? We hadn't even said "hello" or shook hands. April is about to roll over into May, we have been in this house a little over a week and the land is just beginning to reveal itself. Abs...