What is it about a blanket of snow in the woods that makes everything so peaceful, so serene. When I wake up to a snow day like the one pictured here from last week, it’s hard to believe that I was actually nervous about living where we do.
For many years, Charlie & I lived in a great little neighborhood in Nashville called Donelson. Quaint lots with big mature trees, wonderful neighbors and close to everything. After we had our crazy year of cancer in ’08, we decided we needed a change. And as bad as we hated leaving our little neighborhood, we just needed something different. On one hand I was happy about it, but on the other, I was sad and hesitant. Since moving to Nashville eons ago, I had never really lived any where else. It was comfortable.
But sometimes you need to get out of your comfort zone and make a move that’s drastic just to feel alive again, so we headed to the other side of town–leaving a relatively flat yard on the east side of Nashville for the hills of the west side.
Charlie was on the road with Billy Ray Cyrus the weekend we moved, so I was by myself on that first night with my sweet old girl, Molly the boxer. I called my momma that night and I said, “Momma, I’m here by myself, I’m out in the country, I don’t know my neighbors, I’m hungry & I don’t have any food in the fridge.” Of course the first thing my momma said back was, “Oh, baby, I wish you had some of these fried pork chops I just made.” That made me even more lonesome and hungry. It all comes back to food.
These days, while I’m still out here in the woods, I do know and love my neighbors and the fridge is full. We’re happy in the sticks, as we lovingly say. Peaceful days, dark skies at night and the only sounds are those of the turkeys, the owls, the chuffing deer and the rustling of the chipmunks scrambling through the leaves. That’s what makes it special. The house itself is probably just like yours-your basic, everyday three bedroom, two bath house with a two car garage. It’s a nice, ordinary house. But, we’ve learned that life on a hillside has its challenges. Charlie has traded the flat yard and the riding mower for a push mower and cleats. We’re always mindful of keeping up with proper drainage to keep the rain water moving on down the hill and not stopping by the house for a visit! And I’m always going up hill, down hill or walking on an angle, but at least I’m burning more calories, right?!
After being iced in for six days during Nashville’s icecapades last week, we learned a few more things about living on a hillside. ALWAYS park your car at the end of the drive if there’s snow in the forecast. ALWAYS come down the road extra slow at night in case a deer decides to cross your path & ALWAYS have batteries for the camera because nature is beautiful, especially all dressed up for winter. But no matter where you live, if you look closely enough at the view just out your window, you’ll realize that God paints a new picture for us everyday. All we have to do is look for it. This reminds of the words of the Native American Sioux:
When you arise in the morning, give
thanks for the morning light. Give
thanks for your life and your strength.
Give thanks for your food and give
thanks for the joy of living. And
if you see no reason for giving thanks,
rest assured the fault is in yourself.
(Prayers For A Planetary Pilgrim – Edward Hays)