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As we added the final touch (four new Adirondack chairs) to the fire pit for this year, I looked around at the yard and I realized, Wow, it’s actually happening.

Years ago, when we lived in a cute little cape cod, with a tiny back garden in the city, I dreamed of having a place with land to grow veggies, an orchard, and an herb garden…but close to my husband’s work AND close to the city. Sounds fairly easy, but the kicker was that it would be in our price range.

It was not a luxurious price range by any means. We had no intention of ever being house poor. Freedom was and still it, our priority.

So, we looked and looked for a place and found nothing that fulfilled all of that. Then one day I threw up my hands, deleted the house buying apps from my phone, and said to my husband: I’m finished looking. Screw it! Let’s buy _____________’s RV and just got the road.

Not a bad prospect, but it’s not what we really wanted to do.

The very next day, the house we live in now, with land, near my husband’s work AND close to the city, was dropped into our price range.

I couldn’t believe it.

And yesterday, as I looked around at the apple trees, the vegetables, the herbs, the blackberries, the wildflowers, and the little fig tree our friends gave us, I was again filled with the realization that the Universe provides.

It all happened. The dream I had years ago is coming to fruition.

I hadn’t even really thought of it. I just worked on it, yet it’s right there, outside the kitchen doors. The sun shining down in it as I type and I couldn’t be more thankful.

My dream is even bigger than what I’ve typed here. I’d love to have bees as well and eventually host a co-op for homeschoolers, where they can learn about plants and pollinators, and take home a flower or an herb to grow at home in the garden or in a window sill.

I can see it clearly in my mind.

Down to the children’s garden with giant alliums standing like lollipops on the hill by a treehouse.

I hold the thought and let it go, making sure not to get too detailed, or controlling about the outcome. What is meant to be will come and who knows…maybe I’m underestimating what it all could be.

The Universe knows better than me, that’s for sure.

I’m just going to keep going, keep putting in the work, keep being thankful, keep my doors and my heart open to opportunities and ideas.

It’s all going to work out.

What would you do if you could do anything with this life?

Maybe you have even grander ideas than what I have. Maybe you find my idea uninteresting.

We’re all different and our ideas are so important. Don’t be afraid to dream and especially don’t be afraid to go for it.

After all a dream is nothing but a wish if you just sit there.



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A Musing Mother

Hi! My name is Theresa and I'm a wife, mom of three, and grandma to two. I am a Nature lover and a follower of Christ. I live in an old farmhouse on the river where I homeschool our daughter. Most days, I can be found reading, making nature-inspired products, & gardening. I also enjoy traveling with my family, exploring cool local places, and helping out others where I am able. On the blog, I must about life, love, and learning.

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