Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Limbo

If we ever move to a new place, remind me to tell you a funny story. Well, it's a stressful story right now, but it will be funny by the time I can tell it. I don't really know who might read this, and well, for now it'll just have to wait.

In the meantime, nothing much is happening on the home selling front. It's not a great time to be selling a house around here. But we knew that. We only need one buyer, and we feel like our place has a lot to offer. Time will tell.

In the meantime, I'm having to temporarily live vicariously through other people's blogs. Our chickens our sold. Our cow is for sale. The garden is put to bed. All the future plans and dreams for this place are packed away. This was our dream house, planned from the ground up by us, so it's bittersweet to be trying to let it go.

Mini-Farm Version 2 is still just an abstract thought. Every time I look at a potential new home, I immediately takes note of which way is south and where the trees are. My brain starts marking out garden beds and fences. A small greenhouse appears, then some solar panels, a wood stove, fruit trees, hazelnut hedges, a chicken coop, and all the other things that fit into the vision. My mind starts budgeting and prioritizing based on the home price, and all the various scenarios that might come up.

And then that house goes off the market.

It's still a fun exercise, but I'm longing to get a move on. I want to sit down with a note pad and aerial photos and a web browser at my fingertips, looking things up and filling in the minutiae, and then doing it. Or doing whichever parts of it time and money will allow. I want to take what I've learned here and improve on it. I want to take the ideas of others and try them out.

Winter is just about here, and that's the time when I normally sit down with all the garden books and seed catalogs and graph paper and figuring it all out. I'll probably still do that, but it's hard knowing that it could all go out the window at any time. In my mind, gardening is not so much an annual activity as an ongoing, long-term process that amounts to more than just this growing season.

In short, it looks like it's going to be a bit of a frustrating winter for me.

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