My home in Los Angeles is an oasis of nature. There is an immense 300 year old oak right across my window as I write. My front and back yards are lush gardens, birds are making nests as i speak, squirrels scurry about, the dog roams freely and the cat rolls in the dirt to his heart's content. Right outside my window there is a bed of carrots and very soon there will be tomatoes. I love nature! I'm a nature enthusiast. Only I have to make sure I don't smell or listen too closely. When I do listen, what I hear is the hum of thousands of cars zooming by, and when i do smell there is that familiar smog and exhaust pipe scent I am now resigned to. Some nature I live in! I can drive five minutes and have the embarrassing choice of 3 targets, 2 trader Joe', 2 giant malls, at least 6 vons and ralphs, 1 best buys, 1 kmart, and a plethora of streets and freeways on red alert.
But this is all right with me. The truth is nature, real nature, Nature with the capital N is a little bit scary to me.
Now imagine a remote spot in the middle of Vermont. Imagine one hundred acres of pastures and forests. Imagine a pond. Imagine a view as wide and far as the eye can see. On that property, a simple but charming house. Imagine that the only sound for miles is the sound of leaves rustled by the wind, and in the summer, the noise of crickets. Heavely, no?
Now imagine that same remote spot in the snow of winter. Imagine the solitude. The immense silence. For months. Now I'm scared!
Well Nadia of la Porte Rouge isn't. I have mentioned to you before the strange, strange way she and I have been,in a way connected. Through a post I wrote about her years ago she discovered my blog and we became friends. Meanwhile she had a Big dream. She dreamt of moving to Vermont and live in precisely the spot i just described.
images via la porte rouge.