rain at my window...

there was this house, when i was young, off the beaten path of a dear friend's neighborhood - way back in the woods. i don't recall how he found it - but he took me there.  her name was morning and the house was teeny - one maybe two rooms - with a metal bathtub in the backyard. she left a hammock up and a note pinned to her door welcoming visitors. we spent many afternoons there - never with the intent to go there in order to get away with teenage antics - but only simply to swing in her hammock, drink from her well, watch the creek in her backyard - dream big dreams for our futures, and leave poems on her door. i never met morning - but her space, hidden amidst the few remaining woods where i grew up - stays with me still. tonight i opened the windows to listen to the rain -- and the memories of afternoons spent at morning's house sprang to my thoughts. so often i find such peace in beautiful natural surroundings - it is magical.

**the sign at morning's house said "welcome to nowhere" - but it sure felt like somewhere special to me.**

"Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.
The winds will blow their own freshness into you...
while cares will drop off like autumn leaves." ~John Muir

Comments

[julia]

lovely memories, well said-- the magic places of childhood (and yes we are still children as teens, right?;-) )

[misty]

look at that nest...we were at the playground this past weekend and there was a nest in the tree with a blue ribbon woven into it, it was so sweet...india just LOVED seeing it and knowing it was there.
i love your story about morning. beautiful! xoxoox