Rusticity... isn't it just so very... rustic? Don't you love that care worn, old pioneer, rustic look? Things like log cabins, stone houses, tin rooves, enamelware dishes, and cast iron stoves just make me feel so close to nature and history and all the people along the way to here. I love it.

I've got a picture from WebShots on my computer as wallpaper. It's the perfect run down looking log cabin. I look at it every day and wish I was there. Not permanently, just for an afternoon or a few days here and there. After all, I'm a city woman. You can't convert to outdoor nature woman entirely. I'd miss indoor plumbing, the internet and all those other essentials. I am not someone who will be happy camping outdoors. Just thinking of being unprotected from all the hordes of insects makes me start itching. You're laughing? Think black flies and mosquitos. Ughh! They can be entirely too nasty.

Still, I pine for pine. Those rugged looking trees, branches hacked off by the elements yet still they grow so strong and free, stubbornly enduring. I like to see all the wildflowers perk up each Spring. I love seeing the birds that over winter here suddenly thrive on all the new growth - both plant and bug related. It's all great. But, I have to admit I'd prefer a front row seat inside that cosy cabin than out there facing bug life head on.

Don't get the idea that I'm a wimp or don't really love nature. I love to be outside during a storm. Whether it's snow, rain or thunder and lightening, I love to feel the danger of the elements all around me. Driving in it isn't so much fun. I'd much rather park and feel the wind whipping my hair around. Enjoy the cold air turning my breath to smoke and chilling my fingers until I can't feel them any more.

That's how I feel about that old cabin on my computer. It's man made but not so different from those pine trees. Both are enduring the elements, rusticly, keeping their patch of ground.