Missing our "ole McDonald's farm". Our business, his siblings and all the dinners and mayhem surrounding our every day life. It truly was never dull!
Missing my little compound after he and I split (but remained friends), the veggie and pot garden, Frankie, Jeff, Nina, my Mom, even John, so many that shared that small plot of land with me, not to mention all the horses and the sheep, and the neighbors and well, just everything about it, all the trials and especially the special wonders.
Of course, wasn't always just wonders. Frankie and Jeff used to call me "Boss", which I found pretty funny, but it was actually true. When I needed a job done, like a garden fence, or solar install, or whatever, I did become project manager. But, hey, they both lived there rent free in exchange for work.
That said, I miss all the evenings at my little ole farm bungalow, where we pulled veggies from the garden, prepared dinners together, drank wine, and Jeff sometimes slammed some tunes on my Mom's electronic piano that I brought to my house after she passed. I miss when Jeff used to stand outside by the pasture fence and captivate the neighbours cows with his trombone music and his poetry.
In so many ways, it was such a magical time. My life was really quite full then. Well, it was in many other places that I had lived before. But tonight, I am thinking about Covelo. And everything changed and it was time to move on. Totally different now. . .
I live alone in the woods, inside a fairly large metropolis now, and have lots of time to think. I mostly remember, despite all the ups and downs, I'm blessed to have lived a pretty interesting life!
Love you Covelo folk! And all the great memories. Thank you!
Annie, running free in the back field. Miss her, too.