The pipes in the old farmhouse thawed. We could finally do dishes and laundry again. The heater caught up with the drafts and we reached above the shivering-while-still-inside point. The dogs actually went outside voluntarily again. And so did we.
Three miles away, to forty acres so remote you have to drive through three creeks one direction or ford a river in the other, to the top of a hill….
This is my happy place.
Behold the new farmhouse, for it is filled with insulation!!!!

And yet it taunts me with its not-quite-doneness.


















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Stay warm. We’re getting temps in the 50s today. Let’s hope your temp rises as well.
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I’m happy for you that your family has thawed out, along with the pipes. Your new home is positively gorgeous. Will you have a room for cousin’s mother? :mrgreen:
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BTW, it may sound corny, but I believe old houses have their own heart. When my husband and I were looking at houses, our house whispered “you’re home” to me as soon as I peeked through the front window.
Build new memories in the new place, but remember the heart that lives within the old.
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