tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028629695406328441.post8939756388987731910..comments2013-06-26T13:20:35.955-07:00Comments on Cricket Cracks Up: My TreesCricket Lessohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715178204470558343noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028629695406328441.post-13400178621130347382013-02-25T19:24:34.109-08:002013-02-25T19:24:34.109-08:00I love your trees and your chipmunks! Can't wa...I love your trees and your chipmunks! Can't wait to sit out there again. Come on, spring!Michaele Stoughtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06369315790760871519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028629695406328441.post-46927465386514603872013-02-16T21:25:42.706-08:002013-02-16T21:25:42.706-08:00Thank you, my dear Mary. I'm glad so many frie...Thank you, my dear Mary. I'm glad so many friends understand where I'm coming from (and where I am now!). Fish are fantastic de-stressors except when I have to clean the tank (even if it's cycled). KNOWING I have to clean it is enough to cause stress! Plus...cats. Cricket Lessohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16715178204470558343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028629695406328441.post-58823713394274204372013-02-16T16:10:15.276-08:002013-02-16T16:10:15.276-08:00Love you, Friend, and I'm so very happy you...Love you, Friend, and I'm so very happy you've found your good place. I agree in every single possible way... With any type of anxiety disorder, the chaotic environment of the City is very difficult to navigate. My own PTSD was out of control the few short years we lived in town. Moving out to the trees was the best possible option. <br /><br />My fish are another de-stressor for me. I sit and watch them swim, in their happy little space, and for a time... I can just let the world be. That is a gift too many of us take for granted, that peace. <br /><br />Enjoy your trees, my friend.<br /><3From Mary's Penhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01407949771194206134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028629695406328441.post-79830896468924582672013-02-16T16:06:48.501-08:002013-02-16T16:06:48.501-08:00I remember you writing about your garden and you a...I remember you writing about your garden and you always kept us updated on your plantings. I know you feel close to the earth too. And yes, driving slowly is underrated. It's not the destination (most of the time)- it's the journey! (Don't stop believin'...)Cricket Lessohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16715178204470558343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028629695406328441.post-20507475522862514832013-02-16T16:05:21.051-08:002013-02-16T16:05:21.051-08:00Heavenly! <3Heavenly! <3Cricket Lessohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16715178204470558343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028629695406328441.post-28800288326384501412013-02-16T16:00:33.827-08:002013-02-16T16:00:33.827-08:00I lived in the country, with my family, for ten ye...I lived in the country, with my family, for ten years. It was just as blissful as what you are describing. Moving to a suburb (job reasons) just about withered my soul. My solution was to make my backyard as private as possible, with lots of trees and shrubs and gardens. <br />When I must drive, I take the slow roads even if it takes a bit longer. Who needs stress?<br />Hey, by the way, this is your old critique bud Deb. Hugs to you darlin'<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028629695406328441.post-21307434458089578832013-02-16T15:50:41.926-08:002013-02-16T15:50:41.926-08:00I love all the trees and breathing space in the co...I love all the trees and breathing space in the country too! Today we woke up to an inch of snow layed on every single branch, big and small, of every tree, and I got to drive to town through these fantastic tree-snow tunnels. :)Kristenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10972939761084558919noreply@blogger.com