it's ready, all except for the front screen door. and the fence needs to be put up, so sophie can visit. mom has settled in, with some adjustment time taking its toll on HSP me. but there's a mountain in back and a meadow off to the side, and as i sit on the back porch between moving of boxes and furniture and sorting through WWII letters, i remember the plans of a cabin built around a meadow. this tiny, simple house was well planned with special touches here and there for ease and joy. i wish my father could see it, this house built atop his abandoned fruit tree orchard. We were all amazed when the pear tree decided to bear fruit this year after so many years. And as i pass it, i wonder, "is that you, dad?"
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