urban farm

I love that our neighborhood is so established that we have giant pines like these, even though we're squarely in the city limits of Charlotte. When I get tired (working two part-time, in-between jobs, living in-between a conventional life and the homestead life we're striving toward), it's medicine to sit in the backyard and stare up at these trees.  They seem content enough to stay where they're rooted; they have sunlight, the beautiful moon, and nourishing rain.  I can make it work here, too.