Real twittering

This week, on June 15, right in the middle of 2009, we began our United Kingdom wwoof journey.

Falling in love with the English countryside is no fault of anybody but the beautiful countryside itself.

Its not just the visual beauty of the quiet whispers of the sunsets, the big vivid blue skies. But its also the very sweet little things like instead of going to a florist and buying expensive cut flowers,

I can wander the land from March all the way to November and find seasonal gorgeous wild flowers to celebrate the time of the year. Oh, and experiencing first hand, almost 24 hrs the ever changing seasons. So many people say that the country side is boring. Thats because they dont see the crazy busy activity happening in every inch of the 'wild' land.

And when you're in working organic small holding, man oh man, is there a lot to do and its never dull. Its keeping up with everything that makes it challenging. Bjorn's got a thing for problem solving and innovating, so for him, its constantly interesting and constantly invigorating. For me, its the poetry I find in the woods, in nature. The voice in my heart can be heard more closely whenever I am out here. Watching the clouds slowly pass over, learning the names of all the wild flowers... it just seems like the right way to live life.

Falling in love with a passion is amazing when you fall deeper and deeper in love everyday.

Passion. So elusive to me all my life. What is my passion? Some people have music, others have comics, sports etc. Its when something occupies your thoughts constantly, something you always find new meaning in, something that reflects your own voice and your own self. I dont know if you can call enjoying the countryside a passion, or perhaps, writing about it one. Even if its not, I think its close.

On our day off, we are going to this special forest where apparently it inspired JR Tolkien to write Lord of the Rings. Thats mad. I already find the normal woods we walked in Devon/Cotswolds incredibly beautiful and magical during wintertime already. I can only imagine how this beautiful these woods would be.

So funny, I've seen the woods all my life, on television. And they never looked like anything amazing to me. But to be in one... To hear the birds twittering from all directions, hearing the dried leaves crunch beneath your feet, seeing the light sparkle down through the canopy... sweetness. Even right now, as you read these words, they are only words, and they still cannot fully relate to another person what its like. I now understand why they have the term 'magical woods'. It sorta feels a bit like magic really.

Will write more about the lovely crooked end farm we're staying at now in the following entries.

All I can say is that its so far been hard but rewarding work. Learning alot, eating really well, and sleeping super well.

Now to nurse my nettle sting... Stay tuned.