Returning home to the freedom farm after 4 months at the snow followed by the mad adventure of Burning Seed has been...bittersweet.
Bitter in that I felt like I had to scrub every surface, clean out every shelf and drawer and shake the dust and cobwebs from every rug, scarf and 'thing' in the whole place.
Bitter in that the reality of life with all it's activities and social engagements and schedules seemed to encroach on the time spent simply 'being'.
Bitter in that the 'on tap' bunch of new and old friends that had surrounded us at the Snow and Seed were now noticeably absent and not just 'on the hill' or in the campsite next door.
At home often it was just us, the valley, the horses and the birdsong.
And therein also lies the Sweet.
Catching up with neighbors and family, with plenty of time for 'just us'.
Being surrounded by all our memories and equipment and tools and instruments for play, construction and learning.
Having the chance to create a totally new timetable in our homeschooling lives (this term it's circus, beach play, drama).
Waking up in the lushest green wonderland and swimming in the river whilst gazing at the sandstone escarpment that keeps us nestled in with Mother Nature.
Sweet.
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