Friday, July 18, 2008

Blackberries



The move is done. Yeech. I estimate I have moved eleven times in the past 17 years, not including in & out of college dorms, so I should be an expert at this. This, however, was the first time I've moved with kids, which complicates things by an order of magnitude. The closing for both the sale of our old house & the purchase of our new house happened as scheduled, miraculous considering our buyer was $50k short on closing day. Moving day dragged on forever, but it finally ended with all the stuff in our new house. Most of the boxes have been unpacked, and the rest can wait until I'm ready.

We're having fun discovering the house and the property. We live in a VERY old neighborhood--our street was built in 1683, and our house was built in 1820. I can hardly believe I ended up in an historic home, but it is in great shape with excellent additions & renovations. So many historic homes are peculiar tumbles of rooms with extremely low ceilings, but this one is exceptional. It has 3 chimneys, 2 are original & 1 in the most recent addition. It has a wonderful kitchen, & the new master bath is straight out of an interior design magazine.

The most fun, though, is discovering the yard. We have 1.25 acres, which is a LOT in this area. The rabbits visit during the day, & the bats visit at night. I go for nightly walks with Meredith around the yard. She gets to this time of day where she wants to be held, but just being held is too boring & she fusses. The best solution I have found is our regular evening constitutionals. She & I discovered a wild blackberry patch on the hill. After dinner she & I scramble through the vines & weeds to the blackberries, and we eat them right there. She LOVES them & so do I, so flavorful & sweet. We had no idea there was a berry patch until we moved in & started living here. Who knows what else is here? We have a lifetime to find out. We're home for good.