Our little farm is divided exactly in half by a grid road. On one side lives the house, the barn, the animals … the fenced and maintained half. Cross the gravel road though, and you enter the wild side, where the grass doesn’t get mowed and the trees are all a jumble. Where blood suckers hide in the muddy banks of the dugout, and deer and fox and skunk hide their babies in the tall grass.
Guess where my children like to play.
Life could be all about the manicured and the tidy. There is a peaceful calm that exists when order is wrestled from chaos, and beauty is weed-free and careful. When it’s all managed and under control.
But life is also about the wild. About a little danger and adventure and of not knowing what exactly is hiding in the spot where my foot will step next.
On our little farm, the tidy and the wild live side by side. I point that out to the boys, every once in a while. It’s a good way to live.
My Men and Me 
July 6, 2012 at 10:27 am
I like to live a little on the wild side myself -but it’s great to come home to clean sheets.
July 7, 2012 at 8:37 am
Very true!
July 6, 2012 at 6:27 pm
It’s nice that your boys have an adventure that awaits them across the road where they can explore but still be close enough when they need some ‘home’ time. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could always be across the street from their wild adventures? Nice post, thanks for writing it.
July 7, 2012 at 8:38 am
Yes, right now the wild is so close to home. That’s as safe as wild gets! Thanks, DAF