As I go through the photos from the countryside to edit, it brings back completely what a magical place it was. My Father-in-law lives a life that most people can only dream of. If he has worries, he buries it in the the daily enjoyment of his countryside living. My Mother-in-law stays in the countryside sometimes, but being a social person she only stays there a week or two before going back to their apartment in the city. It’s my FIL who thrives in the country air, tending to his garden. He’s perfectly content to see no one for weeks at a time, just surrounded by his trees and planted vegetables and fruits (and weeds because he doesn’t believe in pesticides); surrounded by his bees, his chickens and pheasant, and by Rocky, the dog.
This property holds a special place in my husband’s heart, for he spent his childhood summers here. But it didn’t look then what it looks like now. It is a child’s paradise. It’s a place to get dirty, and to ride the swing, and to enjoy the fresh air, and to run, and to play, and to plant, to learn about the things that are planted there. Mina declared she would live here when she’s older.
When we arrived at the countryside, it was cold, damp, and dark. I couldn’t see a thing outside. The morning revealed everything.
As I go through the photos from the countryside to edit, I find I don’t want to edit them. Here they are as I experienced them first-hand.