August 26, 2013

A life imagined....from Saigon

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This morning, as I sit in Saigon in a jet lag fog,
pondering the life I imagined...I feel confused.
My road has diverged into three.
I'm stuck. 
I think I need a cape, a mask
and super powers.

How are you coming along with that one?
Are you living the life you imagined?


This morning I am imagining
a summer's breeze at Tahilla Farm.
Super powers a must!

August 24, 2013

A bear hunt...Tahilla Farm

I just landed in Tokyo and am waiting for the next leg of my journey back to Vietnam with a smile that I can not hide. I waited all summer for a bear sighting at Tahilla Farm without the slightest hint. I set up the telescope in the hopes of seeing one tucked away in the woods. Before I went to bed each night, I stood on our porch, scanning the landscape with a supersonic flashlight, for large signs of life. Six weeks and plenty of deer...but no bears.

Wouldn't you know it...just as I was ready to take my luggage out to the car this morning, I caught it...running across our yard, where I had been earlier in the morning, capturing the sunrise. I grabbed my camera in a mad dash to the porch and tried my best. I could not think of a better way to end my trip. Shortly after, the deer appeared and Priscilla the porcupine sauntered by. I felt as if they were coming out to bid me goodbye...and wish me a safe journey.

Now all I need to do is spot a moose.... next time! 

August 9, 2013

Mr. H, blue jeans, bulldozers and Priscilla..Tahilla Farm

If you read my last post, you will know that Mr. H arrived last week, 
his first visit to Tahilla Farm. 

I am happy to report that he has embraced it wholeheartedly. Phew!
After months of looking at photos and videos he can finally see what I see.
In fact he is so enthusiastic that I have to keep an eye on him.
When we met with the forester, I agonised over every tree.
He met with the forester and quickly suggested we expand our horizons.
When we met with the architect to discuss some alterations, he suggested we 
might want to start again. When we went to the local shops to pick up some
casual clothes for him, he bought blue jeans. In the 28 years that I have known him,
he has never purchased or worn blue jeans...until now. When he asked if I thought
he should buy a camouflage hat...I pulled him out of the store...ASAP!

August 1, 2013

The day has come....Mr. H and Tahilla Farm

One of two regulars on Tahilla Farm, I call them Thelma and Louise.

The day has come, the big bird will land in a few hours. By bird, I do not mean the turkey above,
but an airplane, flying Mr. H safely into Logan Airport in Boston. Some of you may recall that
I took a leap of faith when I decided to buy Tahilla Farm in December 2012. In October, I was on my own, house hunting for the perfect spot. Mr. H said, in the end, it was my decision...but...he really liked the idea of living on the coast of Maine. I went to Maine, and searched and thought I found it until I hit New Hampshire to visit friends.  Isn't it the way...the last house on my long journey around New England was 'the one'. It was a gut feel... I knew I had found what I was looking for in Tahilla Farm.