The first time I visited my future husband in Forney, I stood in the middle of his yard and scanned the horizon. It curved around 270 beautiful degrees with a straight shot to the sunrise and another to the sunset. Directly across the street were three wheat fields intersected by tree lines. I heard nothing but wind and birdsong. I fell in love, effortlessly, completely. It’s a joke between us that I had to LEARN to love my husband.
He has had to accept my longing to turn places “fair”. I stole this idea from Tolkien and his description of elf habitations. The elves were minimalists, creating beauty not by altering nature, but by enhancing it. A standing rock became a carved pillar. A grove of trees became the poles for a tent. Tolkien said that even when the elves left, their lands remained blessed for long after.
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