Our current home is now officially on the market. This beautiful acre of trees that has been such a wonderful place for us for the last ten years. I have so many powerful memories in this backyard. The morning songs of the cardinals, the four baby chipmunks who came out to play one afternoon and let me sit near them and even film their antics. The many deer who wandered through. The chickadee I held in my hands. The mornings of prayer in the screen tent, as the sun began to peek out through the spruce trees. The golden slug crawling through the grass on its way to a mushroom. The turkeys, the neighbor’s chickens, the porcupine.
This place has been such a blessing for me, and for us. We’ve planted daffodils and violets and day lilies and many other perennial flowers. We’ve planted forsythia bushes, and a small hemlock tree to stand alongside the two larger hemlocks. We’ve planted raspberries and blueberries, and eaten wild strawberries that came up on their own. Of course, all that is hiding now, under a blanket of snow, but we included spring, summer and fall photos in our listing, so folks could see the loveliness of its other seasons.
We still have a couple of days before there will be any showings. Time to do more de-cluttering and cleaning, so others might be able imagine their own lives here. I hope that someone will come along, really soon, who will want to love this place and care for it, and be cared for by it, as we have.
“Parting is such sweet sorrow” doesn’t have to apply only to people.