Here I stand, my bare feet cooling in the foaming Atlantic Ocean, after a hot afternoon working on our croft. I am wearing my favourite summer skirt, which is billowing out in the ever present breeze, making me lean forward to see my toes. The waves surge over my feet in their endless rhythm
My husband and son paddle at the water's edge. There can be no rushing and plunging headlong into the waves here; the currents are very strong and dangerous and small boys could easily be swept out towards America - the next landfall. So we stand truly on the edge of our country, gazing out to the West. Many people from here left for The New World - some willingly, but most were forced to by the Highland Clearances. The rich landowners thought that sheep were more important than the indigenous people, and so they were cleared off the land and into the emigrant ships.
But the land endures, and so do the people. Now we are reclaiming a tiny couple of acres back for ourselves. We have so many ideas, and much work to do. My husband, John, takes up his scythe and begins. ..
while James revels in the lush summer grass, hunting for bugs and flowers and hearing the steady rhythmic sound of his father mowing..
Wandering Wednesday is a beautiful new photo challenge from Nicole at GardenMama. She says:
"Lets all take notice of where our feet take us and point our cameras down to take notice of where we are planted."
It is good to reflect on where we are - in the world - in the day - in our lives. Do join in... you never know where you might end up!
