It's true. We have sold the farm. After thirty seven years I am not only taking my boots off, but putting them in a closet too! It is a whole new world where I have moved.
Many of you know that I am pretty spiritual; how could I not be after witnessing so many years of the cycle of life and the blessed interventions that always made us so grateful. Well, the entire event of deciding to sell and look for a place to move seemed to have had super-natural intervention from the get-go.
The old farm house was a handful and I wrote some about it in the Korner, a private group here on the Vine years ago. I am not a handy-man and each issue brought a call from me to my son who, I proudly and accurately say, can fix anything. But short of handing him thousands and thousands of dollars to refurbish the whole place (wiring, plumbing etc.) it was becoming an ongoing battle. The final straw was coming home to a major water leak and baling and soaking up for a good two hours. I lay down hard on the bed afterwards and said one of those anguished prayers "God you have got to get me out of here, please." And sure enough: two weeks later an Amish gentleman called my son and asked if he would consider selling the top of our big hill. He wanted to hunt it.
No, said my son, if I sell, I sell her all, including my mom's house and acreage. (We had deeded sections off through the years to our son as tax laws allow and had kept our home and many surrounding acres yet.) Well, two days later the man calls back and says let's have a look, but I care nothing about the houses. Now I had been casually looking since January and when that call came I pulled up a web site and there set my dream house! For sale! Is it possible?! Yes, it was. And the rest, shall we say, is history. He bought, I bought and I moved out and I moved in!
So that's where I have been. Working incredibly hard cleaning up, packing up and giving up 37 years of our life on the Farm. Here's the thing though; I was so ready to go! In my mind's eye even the thought of leaving was going to be agony. But it wasn't that way at all, after all! The Farm had seen me through my happiest days and my hardest days and it will be eight years this summer since the love of my life passed away. It was, as I said, TIME.
Now there are three Chowdren who do not feel that way. Let's be honest, they had it made in the shade with their own pasture. My new place really only has room for one Chow. So the search has begun and I have many good friends and family helping. I am presently rotating Chows from the kennel to my new home with individual visits and Java seems to be settling in best. Tazo is clearly more bonded to the other Chows than she is to me and seems to look forward to going to see them more than coming home with me. ;) But it is working and you may remember they know the Kennel people well from multiple classes, grooming and park walks. Biscuit is my serious girl and it took her a good week to allow herself to have fun. But she is sprinting and leaping now and I do believe our "issues" are settled. I have the luxury of waiting for just the right, "perfect" home and I will honor our shared love and affection.
So.....the pictures are going to change. I will have to see what this place has in store for the photographer in me, but I know I will share it here, with my Newsvine Friends.