Never to late to dream

For so long in my life, to live in the country  seemed nothing more than a ‘want’ or a ‘dream’ with little opportunity to make it happen.  It continues  to surprise me that this is my new reality.  New life at 53…

This is the view through our bay window as we sit in the living room.  Grateful for beautiful wood floors and for our furniture to sit on at last!

Much of our garden is over grown and we’ve lots to continue to clean out.  However, there are also many gifts here from the previous owners who loved this place.

Glorious peonies which the camera can not do justice.  Lilac, daisy, bleeding heart, daffodils, roses and iris.  Some plants that are being allowed to grow, as we do not know yet if they are friend or foe.

I am surrounded by beauty here.  It catches my breath daily.

Yes, we are often over whelmed by the task we’ve taken on. We are often heard to say, “Where is the Advil, the ice, the tweezers?  Is this a splinter? A cut? A thorn?  Do you know where the (fill in the blank) is?”

But we also find ourselves saying daily, “Can you believe how beautiful it is here?”