A pretty homestead is different than Pretties. Some day I hope to have all projects finished (it's ok to laugh hysterically) and I have some order and rhyme. My boys will be grown and away. And then my homestead can be pretty.
But beauty, is every where. I prefer simple, Husband says everything is circles and straight lines. Some people prefer the extravagant. Finding beauty in the very complex. It's all good. I see the pleasure of looking at complex designs, sometimes I enjoy them. I am not so into the plastic bag wafting in the wind in an alley. But to each their own.
The beauty in life that I find comes from a sun filled day. One of those days when the Kansas wind needs to rest, and gently caresses you. The fields green and gold, ripping as though it has a secret it's desperate to tell. The sky a cliche of clear blue and large white clouds dotting here and there. Laying on my back, a book tightly grasped, my head slowly moving with the calm breathing of my darling princess of a cow, Urth. I can hear her belly churn as she chews on her cud. She will occasionally moo softly, calling out to the calves romping in the water or mud.
I see it in a new lamb, shivering in the sun. A dam intently watching her calf explore for the first time. Those awkward steps of curiosity and caution. The wrinkling of the nose in confusion, and the uncouth startle as a cat pops out of the grass with a playful swat. I find it in the colors and smells that permeate the air after a severe storms. It's there, in the faces of my children when they discover they have a new skill. And I always find it in the arms of Husband.
My homestead is beautiful.
What is your beauty?