You know, sometimes I swear I live smack dab in the middle of heaven. Just a little stretch off the main road and the sky opens up with green and brown fields stretching out as far as the eye can see.
It’s hard to believe that this valley was once a thick, lush forest. Tree stumps so immense
that they would often hold “stump dances” on top and later turn them into cabins for the settlers. Using only axes, hand saws and horses, this wide valley was cut clean.
It also flooded heavily every year. With shovels and horse drawn wagons, the settlers built dikes surrounding the entire valley so they could set up homesteads and begin farming.
I have spent so many hours at our local museum, just staring into the faces of all of those incredibly brave souls that somehow tamed this once wild place.
|the kids collecting garbage alone the road.
|Jasper was determined to get “every last can” and ended up smelling like a bar by the time we returned home
While the loss of such abundance is hard to be at peace with, I am so very grateful that they left me a spot of clear, fertile ground to grow my life on.
Without them, none of this would be.