Thank you for your encouragement.
We have NOT lost the land in Kentucky. We were in danger of doing so. But that status has changed. Yet we are still overly stressed about our future here. And the things I learned at my leisure in Kansas, has now become our survival here in Kentucky. I actually find myself considering eating fiddle heads, to my dismay. Those things look like caterpillars when canned!
I digress, Harry Flashman has also been a huge help with my state of mind. His emails and notes of encouragement have helped me immensely.
I wanted to publicly thank them, and you. And I wanted to apologize, I shouldn't have allowed the stress to overwhelm me like it did. After this passed weekend, I feel much better, my outlook is up a bit, and I am joyfully exhausted (but that's a story for another day).
Saturday we had an unexpected visitor. He lives above us; down the holler and up. He had been at the shop the other day, showing Husband a tool he had made. As he and I waited for Husband to be done talking to a client, we idly chatted. He asked after our garden, and I told him about the broken belt, and hand cultivating. Even smiling and telling him it was all good, it helps us get closer to the soil. He smiled at that. But come Saturday I heard a very loud noise coming down the driveway, as I cooked our food on the fire pit.
"People" I called out to Husband as he worked in the garden. He stood, hands resting on the back of his hips, and we stood there, looking over and up, waiting for whatever might emerge from the newly leafing trees that obscure our view of the long drive. A medium sized farm tractor, brilliant red in some places, bounced it's way toward us. A tiller attachment made lots of racket as it bounced against its bolts.
Husband and I were all smiles, I was closer to tears in all honesty. Husband went to greet him. He told Husband that I had mentioned the problem with our rototiller and he came down to lend a hand. He had the soil tore up in a few minutes, doubling the size of our garden, and halving the size of our anxiety. He told Husband that he had once been in our shoes and just wanted to lighten our burden. We thanked him and told him to come after that small ironwood tree he had been offering to purchase, anytime. He more than earned it for going through all those rocks and roots.
Recently I have been learning a lot about my neighbors. They really love to tell their story. And I enjoy listening to them. Some I have written down for prosperity. Some stories should be told and shared. I have some very inspiring people living up top the ridge. Most come across as rough, at first. But as they settle in realizing that our clan is trying to be here for the long haul, they have become more open, and extremly helpful. I don't think I could keep going if it wasn't for the generosity and compassion, and the feeling of welcome they have extended toward us. I was fearful of our acceptance. Some that have lived in the foothills, and the mountains proper warned me that it might take years to be part of the area. I know we are not yet there, but we seem to have gained great ground.
We seem to have also made a good friend from one of the local Heirs. Heirs is not a common lingo we used in Kansas when describing someone. We know plenty of ranchers and farmers that have their money and land handed down from generation to generation. Here, they call them heirs. At first I thought it was someone's last name, "oh he's an Heirs." Really, I really did think it was a family. "That land is Heirs." "All that belongs to Heirs." Wow, that family sure does own a lot around here. Giggling at myself now that I know what they mean. But when you hear it, rather than reading it, well it sure did seem like it was a family name. Yet no matter what they are called, I am just happy to be making a friend or two here. (the fact the land was handed down to him means little to us, I just wanted to share that silly mistake of mine)
Sunday Husband and I had an adventure. That story is forthcoming. It was one of the best days we have had here, yet. And Small is finally feeling more at home.