Falling Spring

What does a mermaid-wanna-be like me do while smack dab in the middle of the Midwest? Look for water, of course!

Thursday, Little Bit and I ventured over towards the town we will be moving to. On the way, after a right turn and a couple of left turns down on some forest roads, we came to one of the most unique places I’ve ever seen.

And, we had it to ourselves! It. Was. Amazing.

It was homesteaded in the 1850’s and has a wonderful log cabin and mill. It’s almost like some scene from a story. The water is crystal clear, under the mill is sand, and the whole area just screams “history.”

After poking around in the building for a few minutes, I stepped around back. We could hear water gushing and I expected to see something similar to what we’ve seen in the past few weeks- water either coming up from the ground or pouring out of rocks near the bottoms of caves.

Wrong!

Instead we saw nature truly putting on an incredible show. A gorgeous gift, aptly named:

Falling Spring.

Old Hinges and Irises

A few years ago when I volunteered up at the local school, there was a really sweet retired teacher that volunteered, too. 

Miss Lola Bell told me about an old school house that was near their property and that people were helping fix it up. 

Yesterday, Little Bit and I found that school house on our afternoon drive. I must say, they did a great job. It is quite charming. 

Standing on the sidewalk, I almost got a sense of what it would’ve been like carrying books and finding a seat inside. 

Can you just imagine desks jammed packed with eager students, math written up on the blackboard, and the teacher giving the lesson? 

We only stayed long enough to feel completely at home there, which only took about 30 seconds! 

Guess that’s just part of my old fashioned soul. I always seem to feel right where I belong, among old hinges and irises.