Surprise Me

If you’re like me, you love flowers, having them around you or purchasing them, but when it comes to naming them- well that’s a whole other story. And now that spring is upon us, I’ve got a lot of lovely flowers budding up around me that haven’t bloomed and I am waiting in anticipation to see what they’ll look like. I know there’s a lot of you out there who can look at the leaves and say, oh that’s a blah blah blah, but the extent of my naming system is, “that yellow one” or “the pink spikey one.”

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Wait For It

Tree in the fog

We’re packing our bags, again! Thankfully we decided to keep everything in boxes so the move into our new home should be a cake walk compared to the last one. Can I say this will be our last move…let’s hope so. But, we’ll need to play the waiting game a little longer before we get to smell the fresh paint. Waiting for the “next move” seems to be our lives as of recently, but I guess it’s all part of the master plan.

I’ll admit getting to this point has required patience. First it was finding renters for the Florida home, then the right house here, and now all we can do is hope that the closing process goes smoothly, by waiting. But we’re experts at it by now and good things have come from it. The renters we got ended up being from Wisconsin also (coincidental!?!), and the right house has indeed finally come along.

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My “Moo” Soundtrack

cows

Life on the farm has been good the last couple of weeks, and I will say we never feel alone. It had crossed my mind that I was moving from a highly populated city to wide open spaces, but I can’t say I’ve felt stranded. At any given moment, whether I’m walking up to the barn where my car is parked to run errands, watching Bailey sprint from the chicken coop to the shop, or picking up debris left from the latest snow, I can always count on the sound of “mooooooo” to be there as my new soundtrack. [...]

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Bits and Pieces

Living on a farm in Wisconsin, during the tail end of winter I might add, is quite different from the Florida house and tiny backyard from which we came from three short weeks ago. I’m up to my ears in mud (so is the dog), and I’ve never gone through so many socks in a one-week timeframe. But when life hands you mud, you get taller galoshes.

Despite the minor adjustments, we’re pretty settled and overjoyed to be home. And it just so happens that our current, temporary home is a pretty historical one. We’re living on my great grandparent’s farm, which became my grandparent’s home that my father grew up on as well. And that lead to my brother and I spending a great deal of time on the farm every summer as kids. People ask me what it’s like living here, and it’s hard to explain the feeling in just one word.

I will say my husband and I are nothing but grateful that we can stay here while we search for our permanent address, and I often wonder how coincidental it is that we ended up here. A lot of people say my grandmother would be proud, and I’d have to say I agree.

I thought about how I would share this place of so many great memories, and I decided to share the small bits and pieces that made this house so full of character instead of showing you room by room with the furniture we’ve recently inserted and the boxes we still haven’t unpacked.

You might see old, but I see memories at every turn…

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A Snowy Playground

When I woke up and realized it was snowing, I grabbed my camera and this is the first photo I took of the snow flakes.

Following up from my last post about moving, I will announce that we made the trek north and arrived safely! Besides the 25-hour continuous drive, car-egging incident, wildfire set-back and two other major traffic jams that forced us to u-turn in a grassy median, it all went swimmingly. And I have to give a huge thanks to my parents who helped us drive the moving truck cross-country. The whole do-it-yourself moving method is more work and headache, but by us packing everything and using the help of friends loading up the truck, we sure saved a lot of money and probably will have some pretty lasting memories to say the least.

Currently we’re settled in a farm house (yes, on an actual farm!) until we find and purchase our permanent address. So the months ahead will be just as exciting as the last couple. We’ve only chosen a handful of boxes to unpack along with our clothes, to avoid any unnecessary packing–we’ve had our fill. As for friends and family, it has been exciting to be able to make plans and see them without purchasing a plane ticket. Small things you might take for granted seem so wonderfully convenient, like being able to drive our very own car to a restaurant instead of borrowing someone else’s while in town.

One piece of the puzzle that was missing was the snow. I, a lover of snow, looked forward to catching the tail-end of winter (for Wisconsinites that’s kind of a joke) and getting to “play in the snow” a little before spring set in. But, with the mild winter the Midwest has been having, I began to think that maybe we wouldn’t be seeing much aside from a few flurries. And then I went to sleep the other night saying to my husband just before I shut my eyes, “Why won’t it just snow?”

And I woke up to this, a beautiful invitation to play in the snow…

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