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The Enchanted Forest - that's what I call my new home on Sand Mountain, Alabama. I tagged it with the name as soon as we drove the U-Haul onto the property in late June, partly to trick my psyche into loving this new, very different locale that I wasn't sure I really wanted. I knew if I told myself often enough that this place was a treasure, I would eventually believe it. It worked. I love my small piece of the planet, and have accepted (almost) everything about it. I wish I'd started this journal the day we arrived - it's too labor-intensive to retrace all the steps that have brought me to this point, so I will begin here and let each day decide what is worthy of documenting. It's self-indulgent, and will surely vacsillate between celebratory and borderline-depressing - but that's what life is. And I find comfort in that cycle. So here goes . . .

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The Way He Loves Me . . .

. . . and this . . .


Handsome Hubby Hard at Work
From this . . .
To this!  all by myself!  (Except "installation, of course!)
Temps over 100, even at 6 o'clock in the evening . . . after a long, trying day at his job . . . before he even stops to check e-mail or take a few minutes for himself . . . he's out digging in the dry, hard, rocky soil, doing whatever he can to make me smile .  Within an hour or so he's 'planted' my 'baby' from the weekend . . . the lovely garden gate that marks the entrance to the Wish Garden (still in its infancy).  The least I could do?  String the extension cords from the garage so I could hold the box fan, slowly moving it left to right (oscillating, you know!) to try to keep him comfortable in the late-afternoon heat.  He's always this giving . . . this selfless . . . this supportive.  I wish I were as much.
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