I have envied folks who have lived in one place for most or all of their lives. In contrast, I've lived a rather transient life. Even as a child we moved every few years, and after I married a military man who then became a pastor we moved every two years on average. This is the longest I've ever lived in one place.
Recently we've been noticing how much things have changed since we first moved to Oak Hill. Trees grow, trees fall in storms. We put up new buildings and tear down old ones. We've moved fences. The view has changed quite a bit.
Even the view out the kitchen window has changed dramatically. You can see a couple of little stick-like fruit trees in the yard in the photograph below. Those trees and several others now block my view of the front yard. Hubby pounded posts for bird feeders, and I've hung hummingbird feeders in those once-little trees. I watch the songbirds as they come to feed; one of the barn cats likes to crouch under the tree, hoping to catch an unwary bird. This year we put up a swingset for our grandchildren to play on when they visit.
This is what it's like to live in one place for a time, to put down roots and enjoy the changing view, even though it means time is passing and the years are flying by.
I thought you might enjoy reading the post that accompanied the photograph, written in 2007. Yes, the Oak Hill Homestead blog is that old! I'll be celebrating my tenth blog-anniversary in just a few months.
|The view from my kitchen window in 2007.|
We've lived in a lot of places - apartments, houses, military housing and parsonages. Long ago I decided I NEED to have a window over the kitchen sink. I love being able to look outside while I'm making a meal or washing dishes.
This is what I see when I look out my current kitchen window, looking through the pot of lemon balm and across our baby fruit orchard on top of Oak Hill. The morning I took this photo, the dew was extremely heavy and the sun was just coming up, shining on the dew drops and creating a sparkling and dazzling display. It didn't come out well in the photograph though.
But it's not just about what I can see through the window today. Over the past three years through this window I've watched wild turkeys strut through the yard and a coyote run past on the other side of the fence. I've seen loose cows wander down the road - they usually stop for awhile and eat the tall grass around our mailbox, and I've had to run outside a few times and chase them out of the yard and close the gate behind them for awhile till they moved on. I've watched our cats as they waited for gophers to pop their heads out of new holes. Over time I've watched our baby trees grow, flower, fruit, and drop their leaves. I've watched our son begin his mile-long run in the mornings, and watched my husband drive through the gate after work. When we first moved here, I loved watching our daughter - who turns 16 today - walk out to the mailbox followed by her two cats.
These are things that I never want to forget, the fabric of my life. I am thankful to the Lord for each and every thread of it.
What do you see out your window?
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