Still deciding, but I know where I'm leaning.

Raven's Rest, or My Father's Yard.

You already know what I think about My Father's Yard, but after careful consideration, and the thought that he would never be healthy enough to even enjoy that setting, along with other considerations, I have started to lean away from this name.

Raven's Rest.  This was something I thought about a few years ago, in a poem that I wrote.  A setting of a simple homestead, disconnected from human civilization, and a place for a friend to rest her weary wings.  The lady goes by a moniker of Raven Shadows, or just Raven for short.

She's been a stalwart friend for the last few years, and though I've never met her, I know her as well as I possibly can without actually meeting her.

I like the name, so I am leaning towards it, even if she will never see the eventual fulfillment of my dream.  She lives in another part of the country, and family obligations, on both sides, would prevent us from actually meeting face to face.

The land was the only part of her nightmare she called life that was actually pleasant.  The land is the only part of my dream that I can imagine, and plan.

Happily enough, outside of this subject, I've planted some lettuces, Buttercrunch, as well as Old Simpson, in a couple of totes I had.  Though its early in the season, and indoors, they are sprouting, and should yield up to six heads of lettuce for each of the two totes.  Well worth the initial investment of the soil, and I can reuse the soil for other veggies when they mature, or fertilize with peat and compost, and grow some more.

The best thing about this is not what I can't do.  I have stopped saying that sentence.

Now, I plan and think about what I can do.  When I say I can't, its time to ask the question "WHY?"

Then its time to figure out if its a preconception, or reality.  More often then not, its a preconception.  Then its time to tear that preconception to shreds!