We have Cardinals nesting in those trees, they love the seed Art feeds them daily. We have raccoon, skunks, possum, and deer that roam the field. Still no chickens and that's why it is our almost farm, because I want chickens.
I have many people asking me if I'm happy here. I think its time to give this question an answer, and to do that I need to go back, way back. 62 years ago I was born in Denver,Colorado, raised there I'd say I'm a city girl through and through. At a young age I married the man of my dreams, that was almost 42 years ago.
Dreams are never fulfilled the way you think they will be. Art (my husband ) and I have had some tough times, but with sobriety, counseling, prayer, and God's blessings we are better for it.
As the scripture says, the two have become one:)
I think for those who know us, when they think of Art they think of Karen.
Its kinda like sugar and cream, soap and water, wine and cheese, ham and eggs. You get my drift.
He is my best bud, and I would hope he would say I'm his.
Art is good to me all the time. I'm not saying that we never have our disagreements, we do. Right now we are disagreeing over where to feed the cats. I say downstairs, he says upstairs.
Silly huh?
This move has , at times, strained our usually calm approach to one another, but over the years I've learned to pick my battles.
Around 10 years ago we bought this place. We had friends who lived in Nebraska, and Art always wanted his own little farm. The house was practically free, the neighbor wanted to burn it down instead he sold it to Art for $3000. Art, step by step, and I have to admit often with me objecting to him spending the money, has made this house a home and very comfortable. He has done many special things to make me happy here.
I remember when he took the front off the house to replace the windows, and the inside of the walls were entirely filled with Box-elder bugs. They weren't all dead, I definitely had my doubts that day.
There is still lots to do. He has been saving this work for just this time, retirement, and I'm thankful that he is still healthy enough to accomplish it.
Ten years ago, the reality of moving here seemed a long time off, we traveled here often, and always went back to our lives in the city, but then Art retired and here we are.
Change has never been easy for me. I learned in therapy many years ago that change is good, but with my personality I still never embrace change easily.
I don't miss my little townhouse in Denver, but leaving it with Jon (my grandson) made it easier, besides a house has never been something I've attached myself too. I do miss the city though. I'm not sure how long it will take me to get used to not having shopping at my convenience or McDonald's coffee in the mornings.
I'll miss my grandchildren the most. The reality of this loss will probably be most apparent when I can't go to their school programs, games, or have them easily spend the weekend.
I have a great grandchild coming very soon, it will be hard not being right down the street, to hold her and help out. Grieving these losses will always be there, I'm sure.
I miss my mom who lived right down the street, and my sister.
We no longer can set up a quick breakfast meeting to catch up, and that is hard.
But these losses have nothing to do with how I feel about this place.
This is a new season in our married life. We have been through a lifetime of seasons together, and wherever Art is I want to be, he is my sweetie.
There is one other thing I know for sure that no matter where I live today this is not my permanent home. God is preparing that place for me.
Someday I will live in a perfect place, but for now how could one not be happy when looking out the window I see turkeys hanging out in the back yard.
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