Stephanie Pearce: It’s all in how you look at it |

Stephanie Pearce: It’s all in how you look at it

Stephanie Pearce

Spring is in the air. I can smell the wet snow melting and making glorious scents of spring. These smells on our ranch usually mean mud … lots and lots of mud. But it’s all in how you look at it. You can take the positives or the negatives.

I find it funny that I am getting the urge to clean. People who know me well will find that sentence comedic in itself, but it’s true. My daughter and I even opened the windows the other day because it was so warm and let in some clean fresh air while cleaning. I think it’s funny that the urge to clean is now, during the dirtiest season of the year, but I feel the need for a fresh start in spring.

While the snow is melting, I think about all the chores that need to be done on the place. The yard needs to be seeded with grass, but before that can be done, we need to fix the fence so the chickens and goats don’t ruin the yard before it gets started. Then there’s all the other fencing, some buildings that are in desperate need of some attention and some destruction.

I look at all that hard work and sometimes get overwhelmed, but then I see how far we’ve come. Sometimes we get so busy looking at all the things we don’t have that we forget about all the things we do have.

When people look into my world, they may see that we don’t have a lot. They may even see that we have so much work to do that, to them, it may not be worth it. For a lot of people, I know it wouldn’t be worth it. To me, living on a piece of land in the middle of nowhere is so much more than just that. It’s a part of my heart.

The reasons I wanted to live on the ranch my grandpa homesteaded had nothing to do with a beautiful home or making money. It had to do with being able to let my kids learn to drive on the same dirt roads and fields I learned on. So my kids could raise animals, train horses and be free to be kids. So they could climb the rocks behind our house, sled when the sledding was good, see baby animals born and even know when their time on Earth was done and see it through. I wanted them to see the fruits of hard work and learn to appreciate it. These are all things too many kids don’t ever get to do anymore. Luckily, my kids have experienced all of that.

The place where I live may not contain a fancy home that I’ve always dreamed about, but it does contain family. It contains a family that loves one another beyond measure. It contains a strength that can only come from all this hard work and commitment. It contains memories of so many good times.

So, when you drive up to my little spot of heaven and you look at the place I call home, remember, it’s all in how you look at it. You can see the mud, or you can see all the beautiful signs of spring. I choose to see spring.

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