Just not a cave

I have no idea what our next house will look like.  Maybe it will be tall and leaning, with curved staircases, like a house from a Dr. Seuss book.  Probably not.

Maybe it will be round and chubby, with thick earth walls and a hole in the ceiling.  Probably not.

Brick?  Cement?  Stucco?  Wood?  Tinfoil?

I'm hoping for a garden.  I still miss the earthiness of the Land, the blanketing screen of the trees with the sun coming through the leaves.  I want to sit in the dirt and smell flowers all around me.   The herb smell of warm weeds.   The metallic smell of the sun.

I'm hoping for doors and windows that I can throw open.

I guess we'll see.

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[Tj]

"The metallic smell of the sun"...I never really thought about it. But I think you got it right. All the other sensations are right on also, just so familiar that I don't need to move to see your view. We (tammie, the dogs, and I) had a beautiful tramp across the land this afternoon, surprised by new flowers in hidden glades, finding our way in areas we were unfamiliar with, looking for interesting new trails for horseback rides. Delightful. We've completely forgotten the snow and frost of only a few days ago.
Remembering Tammie's STRONG nesting urge at about this point in pregnancy, I wonder how it will be, this mobile pregnancy. Then again, You both love and are at home traveling... and the itinerary is important and interesting... Perhaps you will have to find a way to make your nest wherever you go! And my savior was born in a feed trough in a cave, so I suppose mothers and babes are protected and provided for in other ways. It will all work out. You have many people who love you, and the ones who love you best and second best will both be with you at all times. :) mark