There was this one house, where my 6th grade history teacher lived with her mom. They always had a warm and inviting house with a bottomless candy dish and fully stocked ice cream freezer. These two worked tirelessly in their yard. Planting flowers, trees, fruits, and shrubs. They always had such beautiful blooms all spring and summer. They meticulously selected the plants to ensure a pop of color at any given time.
When they passed away, the house ended up in the hands of new owners who had no appreciation for the beauty they had inherited. It took a few short years of neglect, on the house and yard, before most of the beauty was camouflaged by filth and decay. The family moved and the house remained vacant for years, slipping into dilapidation.
When this property became available, I knew this was a project I wanted to take on. The house was on the land I wanted to raise my family. When we first toured the house I wasn't sure a redemption was possible. With encouragement, as well as financial and physical support from my family, we purchased the house and land. It was going to take months to get the house livable. We had to strip the entire house down to the studs and start from the frame up. New everything.
We finished the house, well..... mostly......and moved in. Shortly after, we found out we were expecting our first child. Since then our roots have grown deep here. We've worked the land, created new beds, planted new fruits, and grew our family.
This house and land have always held a special place for me. Now, its where we are planted. Where we will grow. One day and one project at a time. We will grow on, play on, respect and protect this land. Continue to work it and grow our homestead. Growing more wild roots!!
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