Did you hear the one about the couple who walked into a real estate office and put a cash offer in on 10 acres?
No joke there! That was us – May 22, 2014. We’ve been looking for the perfect piece of property for a couple of years now, and while we’ve found it a couple of times the factors regarding those had just never fallen totally into place. We came really close once earlier this year. So close in fact, the offer that was accepted was put in mere hours before we called to put ours in. If you believe in fate, then that wasn’t meant to be. Then The One popped up! To the normal person, it would appear to be a nightmare, but we are far from being normal people. We like distressed, difficult situations. We like chaos and occasionally uncertainty. We like to create a vision in our minds and bring that vision to reality through blood, sweat and tears. We love to challenge ourselves. We study, we dream, we create. We are the same couple who bought a distressed 1920’s bungalow that was crawling with drug addicts, roaches and filled with dirty diapers. Yeah, we’re that couple! We are the same couple that wanted to add a small koi pond in our backyard. The plans were never put on paper. That evolved into a more than 3000 gallon lake in our small, urban backyard of the above said distressed, now fully renovated bungalow. I’ve walked on the property only once. It was interesting in the fact that there is so much undergrowth that the sunlight has probably not sparkled on parts of the space for years. In other places a wildflower stands tall and proud in a chink of light that’s ripped and clawed its way through an opening of the canopy made possible by a falling pinecone, giving life and allowing growth. Reindeer moss covers the floor beneath the pines and oaks, making me wonder if an army of fairies take refuge through the night to rest after a long day of roaming the woodlands with the other creatures residing there. It was cool and moist among the live oaks and hot and dry on one edge. The bugs flitted about and the birds sang out to one another. Normal sounds are dulled as we walk further and further back along the property. I look out over places where I can see through the dense foliage and try to imagine what the future years will bring as we sculpt and chop and create. I cannot wait to walk this same fence line in a few years time listening to the dulled sounds again, but this time I will hear the roosters call back and forth with the goats and ducks. I’ll be able to see a potting shed peeking out in all its rustic grandeur, proud of the tiny seeds it protects before they are sowed into the meadows that will dot the landscape in between stands of live oaks. Imagination is going to have to sustain me, at least for a few more days while we wait with irritable impatience for closing day to arrive. There is always one more hurdle, one more piece of paper and one more hoop to jump through before we jump with both feet in and walk away into dense wood. Machete’s in hand, of course! //tr
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7/13/2014 03:59:01 am
Thank you! We are!!!
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