I have this corner of my land that I think of as my Sanctuary. It’s about 3/4 an acre, mostly wooded with some open meadow-type space. There’s a composting potty, a big tent to get out of the rain, a fire circle, camp chairs and benches, 3 apples trees, nature books, and hammocks. It’s fenced in and home to 3 goats and 5 chickens. I like to hang out here gazing at the trees, playing with the bugs, identifying the birds, and shooing the goats away from trying to nibble my clothes. I’ve imagined this space as a crossroads where wild children and lazy grownups and unhindered nature can live…