The show continues some two months after my last post. We’re here, finally here just outside our small town off our farm to market road Rick calls Buckhorn Boulevard. This week a huge snapping turtle has joined me for coffee. One day he walked up to the back porch, made his way closely around the perimeter of the house finding the taller grass Rick had not edged yet, and this morning he came back again making his way to who knows where — towards the back pond? He has a ways to go if his GPS leads him to another watering hole, nevertheless I have noticed he makes remarkable progress walking the width of the yard. I think he just may find the back pond.
We too, are making progress. What an adventure unpacking, cleaning cupboards, finding a new home for the things we want to keep. Even after the move we are boxing up loads of stuff we realize we don’t need here. Once here, it’s so much easier to part with it. I find it no problem here taking photos out of frames, putting the images from long ago in a suitable album to place them in; the frames are being stowed in a box marked Yard Sale. I tie an orange plastic ribbon around the boxes so Rick knows they go back to the garage for the country Yard Sale.
In the afternoon I watch a mockingbird gather sticks for a nest she is building. One twig is a tad long and she awkwardly flutters into the branches of the oak above her. I see a twig fall from the branches down to the ground. She returns to retrieve it and tries again. hmmmm…I don’t see it fall out of the tree again. Success.
Rick and I are finding the perfect space for my treasures. Remember Nooks and Crannies I Shall Miss? Sometimes we place and or hang things, then we find a better place. Don Crowley’s Morning Fire occupies the perfect wall in the great room. Michael Atkinson’s Emerald Lake with its aspen trees and river canyon find a place over the guest bed. The storytellers and singing mothers occupy a shelf by the fireplace. We are making this place our own.
In the evening between 6:00 and 6:30 like clockwork two bunnies come out to play. I see them while working at my desktop from my hexagonal table nestled in the corner of our bedroom with a window to the East and a window to the South. I run out carefully to the back porch to snap some photos picking up Rick’s camera as it zooms in so much better than mine.
Rick goes into town daily it seems to pick up plumbing supplies, crushed granite for the stone walkway he’s laying, the necessary screw or bolt to put things back together. One day we went to another town nearby to scope out Lowe’s, Wal-Mart, Tractor Supply and the local creamery. We have discovered the local Mexican restaurant. They tell us they have been there for eight years. How can it be we thought they were the “new” restaurant in town?
Our dear friends from another state, drove down in their motor home after celebrating her mother’s 103rd birthday. What a great day we spent together in completely different surroundings from the city house. They left seeing our vision. My mother, brother and SIL come to visit. They comment on our progress and are satisfied Georgette and Rick are doing fine. In fact they’re doing more than fine. In spite of all the work, in spite of the fact the clay pipes have collapsed and require trenching to replace the old, in spite of the fact the kitchen sink was clogged, in spite of the fact the roof leaks, they see our vision. They now share our vision. First order of business, a new roof; then, the pipes must be excavated. Then a new water heater and water softener must be replaced. The kitchen needs attention, too.
The cows come up from the back pastures in the early evening. Sometimes they take a path around the west fence, sometimes they take the one over the south and east fence.
I love that our days are marked by the snapping turtle, the mockingbird, the bunnies and the cows.
It’s all an adventure. City parades usually occur in the morning; ours continues all day long. It is hard work, and we sleep soundly at the end of the day.