Weird weather ’round here lately – we had 90 degree temps with ugly humidity just a few days ago – and today it’s in the 60’s, overcast with leaves beginning to turn and fall. We’re heading to Vermont soon with the kiddos and my mom. We’re all hoping for that glorious color we actually also get here but for some reason it seems even more spectacular and cozy against a Vermont background. You know I’ll share pictures with you when we return.
The Mr. and I had dinner on Stella’s deck the other evening as we were pummeled by the massive oak tree’s acorns. Stupid me thought I could scoot across the lawn barefoot to retrieve something and (@#!*@ ) damned near screamed doing it. There will be no more scooting on bared-naked feet whilst the acorns are a-fallin. One of those acorns must have fallen from the very highest branch of that tree and chipped my Jeep’s windshield too. The tree is a beautiful, stately old oak on the side of the cottage that must be about 100 years old. I really hate the idea of cutting it down, but Lord, the mess it makes, as it’s acorn production is prolific! It’s something we’re debating.
While we sat down there watching the yard fill up with acorns, we took stock of all the good times we had on this, our first summer of cottage life. It was absolutely the right decision, to acquire and renovate Stella, even though our finances took a hit because of it. We have all enjoyed it and hope for many years of memory making down there to come. I can also tell you if you’re looking to do the same, we are very very glad we decided to look fairly local for that little cottage, instead of schlepping three hours or even farther for another. Because we have obligations here at the farm, getting away often would not happen if that drive were a bigger one. It’s easy to go check on things, and easy to just go for the day or the evening, even on work days.
We took a selfie on Stella’s concrete dock/slab…
This picture says something to me… some things do get better with age. Because we’re so thick headed and opinionated and thickandopinionated, wash, rinse and repeat…. our marital road has been a bumpy one. We love each other very much and sometimes we really can’t stand each other.. washRinseRepeat. I can tell you this if you haven’t already experienced it yourself – as we get older, we’re finding it’s not as important to express our different selves as it is to revel in each other’s alikeness. We both cherish the same things and it’s those things that truly see a person through. Life ain’t easy.. …..I’m sure glad I’m not going it alone and I’ve got a truly good soul walking the path with me. Even if he did vote for….. I’ll just quit while we’re ahead here.
Leaving you with these pictures, the last of which I took this morning as I walked up to the barn to feed horses. This house we live in is another that has gotten better with age – and as it’s “newness” after renovation has begun to wear, I love it even more.
I call our house Saving Grace, or Gracie – because 8 years ago, when we picked her back up from decrepitude, we were her saving grace and she was ours.
Greeting the sun each morning since 1835 –
Till soon, friends…..
