A Crone Cabin in the Woods … with a Pool?
sunrise lights mesas
river gurgles under ice
earth still turns
Another dawn walk, another day, more beauty, more grief, more compassion for the complexities of this life and we who share this numinous earth.
- Susan J. Tweit, Sarton award-winning author of Bless the Birds
In my late 20’s I developed a strange fantasy about getting old: I wanted to be a crone in a cabin in the woods. This notion came from reading Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison. In that iconic novel, the elderwoman Pilate lives in a cabin, wears combat boots and carries a shotgun. She collects healing herbs and might practice hoodoo, although the revenge she takes upon her daughter Reba’s attacker is very much grounded in the real world of a knife.
Why I wanted to be a crone in the woods at that early age I don’t know. At the time I loved going dancing in my high heels. But I was an avid reader who could immerse myself in a character in a good book. I didn’t want to be a crone then; I just imagined it for my future, like wrinkles. I pictured tall trees and the creeks I grew up around. I’d commune with the wildlife. I’d trade in my heels for those combat boots when my arches wore out.
The image of the crone stayed with me into my 30’s, even as I moved from one boring apartment to the next. Eventually I finished graduate school, and my houses got bigger and nicer. Guest bedroom, en suite bath, walk-in closet, outdoor patio and then even a pool. Yet the idea of the crone cabin never completely left me.
Eventually I faced what many older people do, health challenges and a desire to retire. I knew I would find it harder to afford and maintain my pool home into old age. The next leg of my life’s journey moved me to Sacramento to be near family. As I considered my housing alternatives, it hit me:
My crone cabin! Was it time?
I eagerly explored my old fantasy. Almost immediately it began to break down.
Sacramento may be the “city of trees,” but I’d be unlikely to find bona fide woods in the state capitol.
Cabins often have archaic plumbing and electrical work. There’s no point in giving up a house I couldn’t maintain for a cabin I couldn’t maintain.
I really enjoy having friends stay over. Cabins don’t always have guest quarters.
I could live with just a fireplace in a warm state like California, but air conditioning is not negotiable. A/C is not really a cabin kind of feature.
Lastly, my pool home had really spoiled me. But I have yet to see a cabin in the woods with a pool.
The fantasy of living in my crone cabin was disappearing like woodsmoke up a chimney.
As I perused real estate listings, I resigned myself to condominiums that looked as boring as the apartments of my twenties. I sighed with disappointment every time I looked at those condo-boxes with their neat hedges.
Until one caught my eye. A blue lagoon? With trees and foliage and ducks? Where was this? Turned out it’s local! Built in 1974, it’s a bit “rustic.” I began to watch for units to come up for sale. A single; no, way too small. A one-bedroom; no, I really want a guest room. A two-bedroom, OK; but that one’s not on the water. I’d about given up when a two-bedroom facing the lagoon finally appeared.
It needed some work. But it had the guest room and my beloved A/C. My deck would be right on that blue water, on the shady wooded side of the complex. The complex also had several swimming pools.
Rustic … trees … wildlife … creek … swimming … wait a minute.
Just like that, I realized that I didn’t have to give up my fantasy: this could be my crone cabin in the woods … only this one would have a pool!
One month later, I’m actually in my “cabin.” I have combat boots, although since COVID I lean more toward flip-flops (either way, they’re not high heels). I confess that I’m upgrading the place so that it isn’t quite so “rustic.” The air conditioning works, and the guest bedroom already has a guest.
Best of all, the trees whisper in the breeze. The lagoon is populated by koi and mallards with broods of spring ducklings. A turtle and a great blue heron visit periodically. And today I’m going to a Happy Hour at the community pool.
A solitary 5:00 may have suited Pilate, but I prefer connection to people as well as to place.
So cheers, salud, l’chaim. To finding your way home, wherever that is.
I love this blog post!
And I love you! Thanks for reading. Come visit!
The wise woman crone seems appropriate… coming from a grey bearded mountain man.😁
Doug, I hear you! 🙂 Thanks for reading.
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I really loved this blog post!, i love the references towards the crone cabin it was wonderful to see your progress to finally finding such a great house, i can relate so much to the fantasy of getting old as well as i am in my early 20’s i have been having a set picture of my home for when i get older and for so much many other reasons as well and now i look forward to it after reading this post thank you for sharing!
I definitely enjoyed reading this article. Like you, I would love to have a cabin the woods with my animals, my kid, and (dare I say?) my Mom. Although, personally, because I’m a true crime lover, I’d probably looking out the window a few times at night, LOL.
I’m also a true crime lover, so I do that, too. Luckily I found my cabin in the woods – in a gated community, haha!
Very good blog !
Thank you for reading!
I read this and I definitely want this to be a goal of mine as you said as I finished graduate school my houses got bigger and nicer !
They did, and education made all the difference! Now I’m older so I’m down-sizing, LOL. But I can still have a nice home that is decorated the way I want it.
Living so close to nature sounds romantic I’ve always dreamed of having a creek running through my property ever since I was a child. It sounds like you found a perfect happy little medium between full on cabin in the woods and a place with modern amenities with room for friends and family.
You’re absolutely right! And the beautiful lagoon is now my version of the creek running through. 🙂
I enjoyed reading this post. Sounds like a peaceful place. I am usually at peace when I am near water or in the water. Thanks for sharing.
I agree! And that’s what sold me on this place.
I relate to this post deeply, as a young person working their way through college, just wishing I was 40 years old with a nice family with a good paying job. Skipping through all the stuggles of life and getting to the freedom of being an independent adult.
I totally understand where you are coming from, as I was in that place once too. All I can tell you is that there are struggles but also rewards and miracles at every stage of life! Don’t miss the ones that are around you now by living too much in the future. See the precious value in the present!
I feel bittersweet about growing older. I’d love to be able to finally settle and relax, but I also would love to continue being the age I am right now. I’m glad to know you were able to get your sweet cabin! I’m a big fan of nature and would love to relax and hear the “trees whisper in the breeze.” Good thing you never gave up.
I loved my home in SoCal where wildlife walked right past my kitchen window. But since I moved, I feel lucky to have this place with its ducks and ducklings (spring and summer) – and even a Great Blue Heron! And I would say, just enjoy the age you are now, but build for the future, too.
It’s great to hear that you fulfilled your dream of living in a cabin in the woods. I feel that with the expansion of remote working and schooling, younger people can also live this life. Reading this blog post has even made me consider it for the near future!
It’s wonderful to feel we have choices! Unfortunately the cost of housing has made it difficult, especially for the young.
Your journey to discovering your “crone cabin” is amazing, I really enjoyed the post! It’s heartwarming to see how you’ve found contentment and connection in your tranquil oasis. I also like the picture you uploaded. It has a peaceful and healing mood.
Thank you! I’m glad it warmed your heart. 🙂
I love being surrounded by nature, with trees, flowers, and the sound of flowing water. I enjoy your place, which makes me feel better, especially as I age.
I love that too! It played a great part in my choosing where to live.
I have lived in a large cabin once and lived with 20 of my classmates. It was such a great experience. But if there was a pool and AC, it could have been a better experience. One of these days I want to spend time with family members in the cabin when it snows.
That sounds lovely! The 20 classmates, a bit crowded. 😉
Hello Lynda, this blog post was quite beautiful. Like you said you imagined living in the woods when you were obsessed with dancing in your heels at the time, I related a lot to it. Sure I am younger now but I love to imagine settling down in a place that is more calm and attuned with nature and something in the mountains would suit me perfectly. As an artist, I think we can all draw inspiration from nature and all it has to offer.
I lived a city life when I was younger. But part of my childhood was spent in the woods, and I too have never lost that appreciation.
This was truly heartening for me! Looking at my parents and other older people (not saying you are old!) I see that they’re aspirations and motivation for their past goals have dimmed out too much! They can’t or don’t see the point in fulfilling what they once wanted when they were young. This makes me devastatingly sad (I’m too empathetic for my own good) but reading this blog post has made me happy considering you’ve gotten to fulfill your own dream, even if it’s about a crone cabin.
I’ve had to adjust my dream a bit, but this is part of life. I’m grateful for what I have. I’m sorry that your parents seem to have given up on theirs. 🙁