#tonisubstack

The land feels fuller lately. Not louder-just more aware of us. Like it’s been paying attention.

We made a few updates to the house this week. Kent carved out another section for gardening, and we added bees to the land. I didn’t expect how comforting their presence would be, but now their low hum feels like a signal that we’re doing something right. That growth doesn’t always announce itself. Sometimes it just settles in.

We got married here too. No aisle. No crowd. Just the land beneath our feet and two friends standing close enough to feel like witnesses instead of guests. I was nervous-not because it didn’t feel right, but because it did. The kind of right that asks you to stay.

We were caught up afterward. Too caught up. A few days later, I stood in the bathroom staring at a truth I wasn’t prepared for, laughing before the tears came. Pregnant. Already. Life has never been interested in waiting for readiness.

Kent is thinking carefully now. About money. About strain. About how a child changes everything. I hear him. Still, I’ve started imagining sheep-just a few. He sees risk. I see the way the land keeps offering us more, if we’re brave enough to accept it.

For now, we’re here. Married. Expecting. Learning how to grow food, hold fear, and trust what we’re building with our hands.

What shifted this week: A marriage. A pregnancy. The beginning of worry and hope.

I don’t know what comes next. But when I listen closely, it feels like the land already does.