Abigail Issler

A Home to Hold

The wind whistled through the tall wheat fields. The blue skies smiled down on me as a I law nested in the soft grass that bordered the property. My dad built this place in 1983 with a couple of his friends and a few family members. He personally planted all of the trees that form a wind shield protecting our home from both onlookers and snow drifts. In the winter it always smells like wood from the wood stove that burns as often as we would like to keep warm. My house is cozy, my dad originally built it to be designed similar to a log cabin, only with cedar siding instead of logs. My house is small, nothing grande, just a two bedroom, enough for me and my mom and dad.