I'm so in love with my home right now. This is a shot taken this morning as I left for school: my roses reaching up toward the crescent moon still hanging in the Maxfield Parrish sky. This feeling I get as I close my gate beneath the iron garden arch, bursting/dripping with Cecil Bruners at this time of year. The fragrance, the quiet morning beckoning me away toward wordly life. My sanctuary. The yard around the white house that reflects happy family and laughing, squealing grandsons and all the barking, annoying dogs that I have loved. The two new apple trees planted for me last Mother's Day. Oh, and more. The memory of teenage boys sitting on my porch, becoming men and giggly girls reading star and beauty magazines.
On that note, I will tell you a little bit about how the economy has reared its head here at this home. Being in my first year of business as the country's economy crashes, has been challenging. At my school site, the sweet little loft apartment that houses my office has been sitting fairly empty.
I have Decided to move into it and rent my home out for a few years.
Camille leaves for college this fall and then it's just me. I can do this. I can make believe it is the loft apartment I would have lived in out of college had I had the opportunity. I will have my chickens and my garden right there and will leave less of a carbon footprint living where I work.... or....working where I live. I'm getting used to the idea. It's all still pretty new, yet my goal is to be out and have my house rented by beginning/mid June.