Heartbeats

You might think it's lonely being by myself  in the big farm house on a cold, dark night. I have two companions . First is the mantle clock. It's been in the family for several generation. It's like part of the family. It has a steady tick tick like a heart beat. My second companion is the furnace in the cellar. When it comes on, it rumbles like a purr. It too is like a companionable heart beat. I know that the furnace is on it's last leg. It will have to be replaced with something new and more efficient but probably quieter. I will miss it. The house seems like a living being.  In the winter, I dream that it is calling to me, that it is cold, lonely and misses me. I feel that it is happy when I am here.  Picture of the cellar.

Haven

When I arrived on the farm in the middle of October, the weather was cold and rainy. That night the wind and rain howled around the farm house. Actually, I liked it. The brick farm house is solid. It's warm and cosy. The fields have been harvested and are dark and bare. I like to think of the farm house as a haven in the cold darkness. I like to think that a person driving by would see it as a light in the darkness.