It’s a sign

Last week we stopped at the trailer, for the first time in a month. The lumber company which owns the property in the hills behind us recently put in a log road to access their land.    They will move up into the hills to clear cut the forest.  Luckily the terrain behind us is too steep to be profitable to them.  So the trees that shelter our side hill, southern exposure 3 acres from the winds and the sun will be spared.   Sadly the old apple orchard in the next hollow will be nothing but memories to us and the deer.   We are dirt loving, tree huggers.  I know that for every thing there is a reason, but the thoughts of clearing a forest of trees still saddens my heart.

The road runs along our property line up over the hill.  For years I have been collecting small pieces of broken china preferably blue, which I find along the shore or in the garden.   My plan is to eventually make a mosaic wall hanging.  As I climbed the bumpy road my eyes detected the slightest speck of blue amidst the mud, rocks and dozer ruts.  I picked it up, wiped it off. And there it was…..a small piece of blue bone china.  It’s a sign.  We are building our new home in the right spot.

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