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The Hills That I Call Home

I was born upon a hillside

Where the pines sing in the wind

Where my Daddy lived before me

And my Grandpa before him.

We believe in simple living

It's the only life we know

All we need here is our freedom

And a place to call our home.

In the land of Ethan Allen

Where the sugar maples grow

Where the wild grass fills the meadow

And the rocky rivers flow

By the hills that I call home

I have traveled 'cross the country

And there is much that I have learned

Still I felt no peace inside me

Till the day that I returned

Oh there's two things you can count on

In this troubled world we face

Every season has an ending

Every person has a place.

In the land of Ethan Allen

Where the sugar maples grow

Where the wild grass fills the meadow

And the rocky rivers flow

By the hills that I call home

 

           OCTOBER 2007    

 For us, "the hills that I call home" are not "in the land of Ethan Allen," but in the southwest corner of Geauga County, Ohio.  We are blessed by the presence of four distinct seasons here in northeast Ohio, as evidenced in these photos we share with you.  We hope that the song that we have included speaks to you in the metaphors of life: travelling across the country or travelling through the seasons of life. Ralph Waldo Emerson observed that "life is a journey, not a destination." So it is that though "there is much that I have learned" along the journey, the "peace inside me" comes from the joys of being home and  knowing that "each person has a place."

 Our personal journeys have taken us through serious illness, loss, and even grief.  Each of these experiences has brought the conclusion of one season and the introduction of another. Always in the midst of pain and suffering there is much to learn and much to be joyful about if we allow ourselves the luxury to enjoy our blessings and to "give back" to our community.  Each of us is here for a reason. Each of us makes a huge difference in a world which may seem impersonal and uncaring. The decision to be joyful comes from within.

Each day of each season of each year is blessed here at Windt im Wald,  German for "Wind in the Woods."  Our sincere hope is that  viewing these photos and  listening to the words of the song  will provide you the time and ability to claim the blessings that are uniquely yours and to celebrate the importance that  YOU play in this world.

 Sincerely,

Tom  and Diane Jones


































































































































































































































































































































































































































































 
 
Windt im Wald Farm
Through the Seasons
The Hills That I Call Home by Bob Amos

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