So like I was saying, I have been known to complain about the normal consequences of living on bog land.
I've also been known to complain about the confines of this itty -bitty cottage and how we are up each other's butts in a two bedroom shack that looks like it is part of the Dharma Initiative. We have exactly one living space. And yes we all fight for that space. I'll give you one guess who among us wins that fight on the regular. It's the tightest of squeezes won by the littlest members of this family. Little punks.
We cannot stay here forever. Because eventually this place would be filled with bigger kids going through that very special time in every parent's life when hormones take over the growing people and also the mom (What! What! Menopause!). It's all gonna happen. Someday.
Someday we will leave this place where my babies spoke their first words and where Plum learned to walk. And that someday is approaching a bit faster than I realized. So of course, as the snow fell this week and drove up my driveway lined with big beautiful white trees, I smiled. Mostly because I was in awe of the beauty of this property and partly because I knew the bees were officially frozen somewhere thinking about what they had done to me and feeling remorse until May (I can't help it. I hate those mother pluckers). Bees don't freeze in winter? You're probably right.
But we are here now and while I complain about the space and the bee activity. I cannot complain about this place today. Because this is what we see when we look out of our front window.
I do long for more inside space and a little less nature. Don't get me wrong, I love nature. We get frogs and they stick to our windows and sliding glass door when it rains. I love that! We have some wild looking bugs that come in insane colors that actually don't scare me (shocking, right?) and the birds are amazing. We have giant red-tailed hawks that nest in the tress around our house and birds I had never seen before we moved here. There are deer that come and munch in our yard. I love the does and their new, still-spotted babies. Skunks that...wait...forget the skunks. Come to think of it, I haven't seen a skunk in a very long while. Probably because the coyotes that live a bit too close for comfort are eating them. Aaaand that's when this comes full circle and I start talking about rabid raccoon babies and bees...again.
But it's beautiful, isn't it? It really is. And ee cannot stay here forever in our first family home.
Suddenly I am realizing that this might be our last holiday season here. And when the time comes to go, despite all of my complaining about space and dive-bombing dragonflies, I look out of this front window and realize how much I will miss this itty-bitty house on this giant piece of bog land.
Even if it did come with bees the size of my face.