Little House on the Pasture
For years I have been seeking a “big view of the sky.” It is such a vague request you think it would have been easier to satisfy, but I have actually had a hard time finding a place with views unobstructed by power lines, water towers or other unfortunate sights. And until I make my pilgrimage to the Inn at Little Washington, later this year, I needed a closer escape. I found one on a small working horse farm in Woodford County.
Isn’t it interesting how sometimes we barely can articulate a desire and it is met by what seems to be some unseen force? I have known for some time that I needed to get out of Oxford more often, but I wasn’t sure how to begin. In October, when I was planning to pick up my sweet puppy Riley, in Kentucky, I came across this amazing listing on AirBnB as a halfway point. Jack and I enjoyed it so much that we spent the week there for New Year’s, and we already have reservations again in March!
The little house has two porches, one on the front of the house, where you can watch the moon-rise in the evenings, or one on the back of the house, where you can see the sun rise and set. From either you can watch the horses out in the pasture. You can access the porch from either the bedroom or the kitchen, giving the house an airy, indoor/outdoor feel. It is full of delightful Kentucky touches, western fabrics, an antique Singer sewing machine desk, and of course, tacky but endearing signs:
The whole experience has taught me how right something feels when it is aligned. I’ve had a lot of dissatisfaction with Oxford, the way the town has been given over to student rentals, how historic properties are often left in disrepair or obscenely expensive to purchase. And I can’t seem to find anywhere beautiful except for campus and a few hiking trails. But from the moment I turned off the main road here in Woodford County, my heart was singing: the four plank fences, huge pastures, and meticulous properties soothe my eyes long starved of beautiful vistas.
In the morning, sipping my coffee on the back porch, the silence punctuated only by birdsong, I feel a peace that is hard to find in the hussle of my own life, on my property - always in need of cleaning or repairing of one sort or another. Here, with my private Imax sky, and surround-sound bird chorus, I could spend the rest of my days. Maybe I will.