Reality?

To be quite honest with you, I am finding it a little difficult to really believe that all this is real. I have dreamed of being in a situation just like the one I find myself in, for so long, the reality feels like a dream.

I have just stepped outside of my little house and seen the stars as if I was in the middle of the ocean. Instead of a slighly curving horizon I am surrouded by the silouetttes of pine trees. I see no other light other than the candle light from my windows.
 
I have been blessed and now find myself in the stewardship of nearly two hectors of land, a small house and small barn. Yes I "own" it, by the laws and systems of our society, but in truth I am only the steward, for I believe we cannot own the land, in the same way as we cannot own the air or water.
 
Just a little more than thirty six hours has passed since I "moved in". I have moved stuff around, making space for my "stuff", I have walked around, my mind full of ideas. I have even cooked a vegetable stew on the wood burning cookstove. My, what a meal. A meal that has started the process of making me feel at home. Cooked over a flame from wood, has somehow made the taste even greater.

 It is very difficult to describe this dreamlike reality, so I can only relate separate ideas and situations one at a time while the reality solidifies.

I think one of todays greatest discoveries is the grandmother pine, right on the very edge of the property. So big around at the base that it takes two pairs of arms to encicle her