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Fading Footprints In The Snow
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Butterfly Hollow Farm ____ The Path Leading Us Here ____ How The Farm Got Its Name ____ Restoring the Old Farmhouse ____ Where The Beefalo Roam ____ Saddle Up The Horses ____ Saving Wilderness and Farm Land ____ Farm Journals ____ Sharing The Farm ____ Guest Book ____ Site Map ____ |
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(January)
A day after loosing my trusted companion, my heart still feels so
heavy. Every reminder sends my emotions into a spin and my thoughts
into so many questions. It snowed again today and I set out for a
walk in the woods. I broke inside when I saw some fading footprints
in yesterday's snow that are slowing covering up the last tracks of
my dog, protector and friend for thirteen years -Wrinkles. Two nights ago I looked out from the window and watched him standing in the falling snow looking down the hollow with a look that I can't describe. Was he saying good-bye to the old place? Was he asking God to ease his pain? I know he was confused and couldn't have understood why he hurt so much, and why he could no longer go to the bathroom, and why he was having trouble walking. I just got back from walking up to Wrinkle's grave and sat in the snow and cried again once more. I've never been the emotional blubbering type, but it feels now like I have no control. Out of nowhere someone turns on a faucet and my soul breaks down once again. I did learn something today..... it's probably not such a good idea to weep when it's below freezing.... Frozen tear drops are a bit more painful to wipe off your cheeks. I did make my way down to the farmhouse somehow to do a project or two. Sharon stayed up at the house and did some house cleaning and laundry. I worked on the upstairs bedroom we call the Wash’s Tree House, and put in the backing for the wall planks and framed the closet area. It took a while to focus and plan out the closet space and start framing. I stopped around 8 and walked back up to the house listening to the crunch of my boots in the snow. A winter white blanket always seems to place a hush in woods. It's in this quiet that I now feel the emptiness, loss, and a new loneliness inside.
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Butterfly
Hollow
Gordonsville,
TN 38563