I'm at the farm today looking out my big window at both fresh mown grass surrounded by ancient fir, oak, and cedar, and twenty acres of lush green hay nearly ready for cutting and baling. In this spot no one exists but me. A soft fine spring rain is just beginning which will nurture all.
I'm reminded by this card and view how much I love this place and how unexpectedly it came to be in my hands. Indeed, a sanctuary.
"The whole value of solitude depends upon one's self; it may be a sanctuary or a prison, a haven of repose or a place of punishment, a heaven or a hell, as we ourselves make it." ~ John Lubbock 1834-1913