March 5, 2020
Almost a year has passed. We settled on the Farm In Orange, aka “Old Manse”, on November 15, 2019. Christmas blew by us, and the weekends have been wholly consumed with packing the cars and driving back and forth! The house in northern Virginia sadly and slowly empties, getting ready for closing in late April. Almost two decades of memories bulldozed over, all my plantings silently begging me to take them to the farm. Will I get used to the hour and a half commute? Bittersweet moments.
I love the slow seduction of winding roads and the sweetness of fresh country air.
Our graceful old home is sadly in need of so much renovation! As we peel back the rotting plaster we find severed sewer pipes, rotting lathe, earthquake damage, dozens of layers of paint that have completely sealed up the windows (in one way a blessing in disguise, no drafty gaps and the other side – no ventilation)! The porte cochere doesn’t actually have any connected beams or joists.
My midnight jaunts with a little Woodford Reserve out on the balcony above, to lay and star gaze, have luckily not caused any cave-ins! So much to do. The attention deficit disorder has reared it’s pesky head. I have picked a corner in which to focus and start plastering.
Before and after in my corner…
Soon we attend our first farm equipment auction – I am pining for spring, the earth, and fresh green shoots poking their heads up through my dark red Davidson clay loam!