I sit here on this sparkling summer day and think about Love. Don't take me wrong. It's not about that kind of love but love about being alive. It's about the little things like summer at the cabin, the mother goose with her babies floating through the water. A deer that stopped and looked both ways as I crossed the country bridge. Or the mother cat with the kittens. She's wild and had moved them at least two times. I know she's hungry and stressed. Will there be enough mice while I'm gone for a few days. I feed her.
My love isn't high maintenance. I've been there and while it's nice to be free from financial worry, I've never been a big spender. Of course, I write, and this cabin on the Little Blue provides my needs. For me, love is about the birds out on the feeder. The male cardinals feeds the females a seed to regurgitate for her babies. How romantic! Or the wood peckers. We have three varieties of those red headed beauties. Even the cranky blue jay adds color. Along with those, we have the wild turkeys strutting down the road, slowing you up.Just across the way we have a 100 year old farmhouse along with a barn that's of the same vintage. The house has wanes-coating and a room upstairs where I can write. It's perfect for poetry.
Then to top it of that, we got a golf cart and an old boat on sale. The granddaughters come out here and ride over by the walking bridge. Better yet, little Anna and I took a walk the other night and went past the bucolic cabins that were built in the late 1800's when ferry boats brought people up the river to dance at the lodge or go into Crete Nebraska, a small college town. Robert Taylor went to school here.(Doane College).
I hear about depression. Money is often an issue or self-image. I've been there, but for me, love isn't money, and love need not cost a bundle. Find your niche whatever it is. For me this is enough.
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