Daily View for Cecilia

There is a lovely lady named Cecilia over at The Kitchens Garden. I read her blog every morning about life on her farmy. She has a magical way with words and so often she starts my day off with a smile. She suggested we post a view from our back porch and we could see a bit of the views from around the world. I am really pressed for time today, but I thought I would share my little view.  If you care to join in, make a post link back to my page here and we can enjoy getting to know each other a little more.

Cecilia…these are for you. Enjoy!

Our Dream Home

This was actually before we moved in, but it will give you a little perspective. Our home in the Fall.

The view when I open the door first thing in the morning.

My morning view from the front door.

My morning view from the front door.

You can see a bird feeder first. And my bench chair over the fire pit. Don’t worry. We just put it there for mowing the lawn. :) Beyond that is our Quaking Aspen tree and a pile of brush we need to burn. You can’t see it, but we have made a little creek for the water that flows from the right side of the screen to the left and down into the bog. On the far right, just at the turn of the road we have the Red Pine Spring.

If I look along my porch here is what I see.

View on the front porch.

View on the front porch.

I always loved porches. The longer the better. :D I love ours. Here you can see our New Guinea Impatients in my hanging pots. You can also see my fake well that covers our real well. And just barely see the flower beds I have been working on through the rail. We planted the BEST strain of Hostas ever! They are from my mother in law and grow anywhere!

Here is a peep out my back door. It is actually just a sliding glass door to nothing. Someday we will have a deck, but here is what I can see.

View from the back door.

View from the back door.

Across to the trees you can see the squirrel gauntlet. It has gotten quite advanced. The squirrels still get up there sometimes, but with all the flowers etc, I don’t think they try as hard. ;) To the left you can see our mini organic garden. We have planted peas, tomatoes, beans, garlic, rosemary, strawberries, asparagus, lilies, basil, blackberries and some squash. That is a lot for such a little space! You can also see my husbands rain barrels for watering the garden.  Off to the right is a path that goes through our 5 acres in the back. In the winter you can see past all of our land to the field behind. But now, with all the leaves, you can only see a few feet into the forest. If you look to the very farthest part, that is actually our septic field which used to be a goat pen. I am not allowed to have goats (LOL) so now we are trying to figure out what to keep there…other than poison ivy. yuck. If I had a porch out here I would be able to see our RV tucked just behind the garden.

I love our life on this dirt road. One of the most wonderful things is what you hear. Or don’t hear actually. If I go outside I hear frogs, birds, wind through the trees and… yeah. That is about all. It is so calm and peaceful. I love it.

Thanks for sharing my daily view!

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About Life on a Dirt Road

All About Me I grew up a suburb girl. I have lived in suburbs all over North America. It started in California. From there I moved to Alberta, Canada followed by British Colombia. Washington and Kansas were next. There were a couple of times we packed up our whole house, put it in storage and moved to Baja California, Mexico for the summer. Texas followed and then Michigan. In each of these places I have found things to love. They were all suburbs though. Neighbors right next door. Some fantastic neighbors…some not so much. Until December 2011. We wanted to get away from the neighbors and live out in the country. We wanted peace and quiet. We didn’t want to see or hear our neighbors. We wanted nature. We found the house of our dreams (or the house of our dreams in the rough) and moved out to the country. On a dirt road. Life is different on a dirt road. I never really understood that before. Dirt roads themselves have lives of their own. Each day driving on one is different. Some days the ride is smooth. Freshly graded. Nary a washboard or pothole in site. Over night things change. Washboard roads appear. Potholes big enough to chip the paint off your mom-van. Driving becomes an art in maneuvering around obstacles…potholes…deer…washed out roads…turtles. And the potholes change in size and location. It is hardly ever the same ride twice. Life is different on a dirt road. It is our life now. And I love it. Potholes and all.
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6 Responses to Daily View for Cecilia

  1. I love your daily view!! It looks so peaceful and serene. What I’d give for a long, wide verandah like that with that view! Sigh.

  2. viv blake says:

    Thank you for sharing your views. They are lovely and green, so I guess you have a fair bit of rain!

  3. cotton happy says:

    I love your porch too

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