I was returning to the house with Barney at the end of last night's walk, and actually looked at the magnificent willow oak tree in our front yard. I planted it 35 years ago, basically a twig, and now it is probably 50' tall. I'm sure when I planted it that I did not expect to be in the same house for 40 years and counting.
I'm having a lot of mixed feelings about our homestead. It certainly could use a LOT of updating. That would take a LOT of money. Then there is the effort of figuring out the improvements and getting them done. It is becoming too big a job for me to keep it clean, especially with the dog. (My tag line: you can have a clean house or you can have a dog, but you can't have both.) I have reduced the size of my garden over the years, but I fear that the remaining garden is becoming too much for me to care for in the way that I want. I love our court and our neighbors, so the idea of moving is depressing, not to mention the enormous amount of downsizing that would be involved. I don't know if I have the energy to move, although there is some appeal to a "shiny new place," especially a one-level home. I DO love my woman cave, my cool basement haven that is totally me.
One day at a time,
Leta
 |
| My barn quilts on our backyard shed |
No comments:
Post a Comment