Growing up, I never lived in a home for longer than 4 years.
Part of me can't believe we are still here, but I also can't imagine living anywhere else.
We started our stay here as a caretaking situation right out of college.
It was perfect.
I still remember the night we met with the owners, toured the farm and ate homemade strawberry shortcake in the living room. The house was our dream-home--the pantry filled with large old jars (that I still use), the small room at the bottom of the stairs filled with books (we still call it our library and still have some of those books), the barn ready for Abby (our small heifer who we still milk today)...even a hoop house, tractor, sap buckets and garden tools waiting to be used.
5 years ago, they sold the farm to us.
We've made a lot of changes-- removed lead from the house (and all the work that came after that), expanded the gardens, cleaned out and restructured the barns, converted the shed and greenhouse, added a lean-to and high tunnel and bought more acreage. We've turned the little homestead into a market farm.
But those first months are still so special in my mind, settling into our home.
**all photos from that first year, taken by my sister