My mother's house. I've meant ironed it before, but let's look deeper into it. The house is a little grey ranch-style deep in the woods, by Damariscotta lake, 5 miles (or a half hour bike ride) outside of town. 19 acres of woods and no neighbors in sight (even though there are neighbors).
    We sap in the spring, so off the the left of the house is our "sugah shack" where we boil. Up on the hill by the gardens is our bee hives. Of which we lost one to the cold winter. The gardens in the summer are beautiful, full of flowers and trees and fruit.
     The lake behind the house is always calm in the morning, so my parents would take their breakfast down there after mom had made it, and had their quiet time. We'd fish from the shore and swing on the monkey swing my little sister and I had begged for when we were younger. It now hangs from the pine tree, covered in pitch and old spider webs.
      The calm at my mother's is so great, that I have been able to eat more than a few chips in a five hour period, and been able to actually sleep. It's clean, there is always home made sweets to eat, and time to sit back and read a book is forever in abundance. At my father's, I never find the time, due to the construction on the house, the running al over the place, the school work, the house work, there is no calm. It's chaos 24/7. When I can finally get out of the house I try and do things to calm me down. The one benefit to a boyfriend. To be able to escape for awhile to gain my senses again. To actually be able to sleep, even if it is just a nap while he was playing video games. I needed that calm but can never really get it.
       What is your calm?