Our plan was to do a major cleaning on the house in the country and some painting and drywall repair. Instead, we had to replace walls, floors, and ceilings, completely renovate the bathroom, and move some doors, walls, and windows. Everything but the foundation was rotted. It was a tremendous amount of work, but our young sons learned how to do a lot! It seemed like we would never get to the end, we finally did, and moved in. We had some of the very best times of our lives there.
It was so exciting to raise our own meat and eggs! I can't even describe to you the feeling that we had when we picked up our first homegrown meat.
We watched a mother hen hatch and raise her little ones. (She was a very good mother. Jack built a little house in the back yard and fenced it in so that we could watch the whole process. It is one of the most amazing things that I have ever seen.)
Our daughter, who was against moving to the country, laid on the grass the first day to read a book, and felt the peace wash over her. Our sons built a blind in the pasture to watch and film wildlife, cooking their breakfast over an open fire. Our oldest son would climb up to the top of the windmill and gaze around at the countryside and ponder. (That was his thinking spot). We bought a young colt for them to raise. A friend named him General and people would stop on the road to look at him because he was so beautiful.
And, all the time, our hearts were turning closer and closer to home.
To be continued....
Nancy
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