We’ve lived in Little Wood for two years now and, honestly, the novelty of it is yet to wear off.
Every time I visit a big, bustling city I think that perhaps I might quite like to live with everything on my doorstep for a bit. There are definite advantages to being right in the centre of things. But really I’m a country girl at heart. I love the quiet, and the expanse of sky. Wooden gates and brushy hedgerows. And impossibly white bunny tails, buried in long grass that Mr M just can’t seem to keep on top of.
It has been a privilege to build and make a home here – one that is never lost on us.
Many times we thought it just wasn’t going to happen, and it’s so hard – in lots of aspects of life – to accept that something you want so very much, might not be for you. I can’t tell you the number of times we chatted and planned and sought inspiration for this project. Even in the dark days when finances were tight and things looked very bleak indeed, we moved in faith. It was a giant leap, and such an uncharacteristic one for a normally very cautious pair.
So you’ll understand why we never take our time here for granted. Little Wood has become such a part of our family – inextricably so. I firmly believe that the same walls and floors that we sigh over now – scraped and scored as they are – will be the ones that our grandchildren add their marks to in years to come. I hope so anyway.
I hope this house will tell the tales of our good days and bad days (more good than bad though please!), the busy ones, filled with friends and family and noisy chaos. And the ones where we’ve just been content to be.
Never have I felt more that I belonged somewhere, than when I’m walking these fields.
With this little crew in tow.
Some pictures of a very lazy Sunday, if you’d like to see…
We call these ‘dandy-clocks’ – I’m still not sure what the technical name is? Anyhow, a more accurate time-teller we have not yet found. (Actually, scrap that. Mr M’s ‘position of the sun’ method is pretty good too. Geek. 🙂 )
We often say that Noah has an old soul in a young man’s body. For all his crazy, seven year old ways, he is wise and kind and thoughtful beyond measure. And he loves a walking stick like no one else I know. I love him! 🙂
I have this new thing for wildflowers. Well, it’s a new, old-thing really. Spring has dusted our little corner of this island with Bluebells and Primroses and Cow Parsley like you wouldn’t believe. I’ve been gathering and bringing it in, and love the simple, rustic beauty. How generous our world is, if we just look with the right eyes, eh?
‘I go to Nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order’ (John Burroughs)
Yes. Yes I do.