So there we were… living in town, dreaming of the country. Looking at houses nearly every week, and coming home depressed because either the house was impossible or the land was.
And then – BAM! New house! Lightening fast closing! Right in the middle of the homeschool conference, and just before the final piano studio recital.
The week after the recital we spent getting ready to move. Even the Moose wanted to help.
I don’t normally let him play with sharp objects. But he wanted to help SO MUCH. I got the picture and then took it away.
The house was chaos while we got ready to move. I haven’t moved since 2000! The amount of stuff coming out of the woodwork was incredible.
Now we’re trying to sort out what we want to keep, what we want to toss, and what we want to pass on to others. I suspect we’re going to be unpacking boxes for quite some time.
But – it’s worth it. Especially when I get to see scenes like these:
Natter pulling the others in the goat pasture with his great-grandpa’s garden cart.
Natter and Rosebud pulling apart an old stump in what will eventually be the backyard. Note the helmets! Safety First!
Yesterday we did math at the kitchen table, and I unpacked boxes in between helping with division and fractions. The pellet stove – soon to be a wood stove – had a fire merrily burning in the corner, and the rain pelted down outside. The kids went biking in the rain and exploring in the woods for half an hour and got thoroughly soaked. We drank cocoa on the porch swing and listened to the birds and the train whistle off in the valley, miles away.
I love living in the country!