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The peaceful, quiet beauty of nature is my resting place. It is the "hideaway" I escape to when I need to renew my strength. Sometimes I take my bible, sometimes a notepad, sometimes I rely on my thoughts to ponder, sometimes I use this time as a reprieve from needing to think at all. A windmill out in the middle of a field of grass is one of the most peaceful sights to me. You can hear the wind and see it captured even as you feel it against your skin. A picket fence reminds me of a simpler time. A time when families gathered together because they wanted to, not out of necessity. Along with picket fences I envision porch swings, afternoon picnics and peaceful days. I have kept a notebook diary for a long time - I think I started one when I was 13. It has always proven to be a good way to work things out in my life and to enable to me to see things more clearly. I have decided to gradually move my diary online. I am on here so much lately that it just seems to make sense. I have named this blog/diary, call it what you will, Of Windmills and Picket Fences, because that is what this is to me. A place to go for reprieve, to hear myself think. If you feel so inclined, let me know what you think. I sometimes live in a whirlwind, being a stay-at-home, homeschooling mother of five. There may be days I cannot get near a computer because of, well, life, and there may be days when I ramble on and on. This is my quiet, relecting time. My time to be at peace and to remember the simpler times. My windmills and picket fences.