"The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year – the days when summer is changing into autumn – the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change."
―E.B. White, Charlotte's Web
It's Official. We have moved! One house bought, one house sold. Boxes packed, stacked, and unpacked a hundred times over. The piano finally arrived. I finally found the baking sheets and that one blankie we searched a full day for. The propane is hooked up. Wood for the fireplaces has been delivered. The house is warm. We are settling in and gearing up for winter. I am not a blogger that does a play by play on big life events because I fear I might jinx things. So all fear of jinxing is over. We are officially MOVED and the moving truck did NOT end up in the lake. (long story...)
This new (to us!) home had been in foreclosure for close to 4 years, so there are plenty of projects to do, but the house was in surprisingly good shape after so long. As excited as we are about the inside, we are moreso over the outside. I can't help but name little places, Anne-Shirley style, as we take walks to get to know the land. There is Oak Hollow and Chippel Hill, Red Moon and the Valley of Poets and the Creek Walk and Goat Pasture (!!!). Those last two need better names and the latter needs the goats (!!!!!), but by Spring, things will be properly denominated.