This week marks the end of one phase of my life. Saturday, a moving van is showing up, so that my husband and I can load up our few belongings and transport them to our new home in small-town, south Kansas.

This week has been crawling by, feeling much like one feels at the top of a roller-coaster, knowing the rush is coming soon.

Paint colors have been picked, garden plans have been drawn (and re-drawn).

Our new place is exceptionally modest, with the house being the least of the reasons we’re buying. My husband is drawn to the massive shed, which he brags has 200 more square feet than the house itself.

I, on the other hand, immediately fell in love with the 5 acres, heavily shaded by dozens of huge, happy trees. These trees include apple, pear, apricot, plum, pecan, and black walnut, a lineup which any gardener would respect and envy.

Every ounce of my being is called to this little haven. It feels wholesome, earthy, healthy, and rich. It is a place to invest in the growth of grapes, bees, and children. It is home. So here is to next week and a new beginning.

Simple Plot

Of few acres, the owner
yet Midas knows not
my joy as the hone-r
of my humble lot.

My riches not golden
nor owning my land;
my treasure’s my pleasure
in tending by hand.

The morning dawns gaily
to gild my small home
with Life that comes daily
and Mercies unknown.

Oh! the beauty abounding
in life’s simple toil
give to Midas his counting
and me my rich soil!

Photos by People’s Bank
Elements/Actions by Pioneer Woman, NinaScraps, and Shadow House Creations