|Mother Nature, herself ... Valerie|
Something I'm not often able to share with the outside world is my love of the outdoors. Over the last few years, my love for nature has been allowed to blossom, mostly due to the fact that I live with hunting, fishing, mud tromping, gun slinging, manly-men twins, that inspire my almost five year old to trom through mud, sling plastic guns and fish until he's on the verge of tears. (Please don't let them know I'm flattering them this much. It might go to their heads!) And we do this all with two high energy dogs that love the woods more then we do.
On an almost weekly basis we pack our backpacks with snacks, water, hats, sunglasses, and my camera gear, and head to the sight of that days adventure. This past week we went pheasant hunting in Spring Green, West of Madison, and despite all the times my little man asked 'are we to the farm yet?', I was thrilled. Each week I am pleased to realize what an amazing family we've become. Some of our most cherished moments have been shared under the canopy of oak trees, our in the middle of a rustling sea of prairie plants. Our best selves shine through when we are out here, because we are finally comfortable to be ourselves. We tell silly stories, play 'til we can't stand up any more and even let a few belches slip here and there. I live with boys, after all!
When we get back home after days like that, I can't help but feel claustrophobic, closing the door behind me as I enter the house. My spirit feels as free as a bird when I'm outside, and I can't help but feel like I'm in a cage when I go inside. I guess I'll have to listen to Free Bird today, let my hair down, and breath some fresh air.
|a flashback to my childhood|