The farmer's porch at the back of our new home.
Something wonderful can happen when we reach our mid to late 30's. By now, we've left behind the hard-partying haze of our early 20's, overcome some of the initial career uncertainties of our mid to late 20's, and started that family we imagined we'd have someday in our early 30's. At this point, the kids are starting school. We've sold that starter home we bought as an investment (in our case, a bad one) and now moved into our 'forever' home (or as forever as you can get in this age of uncertainty). One major benefit of this forever home, aside from the extra toilet you'll reserve for overnight guests, is the sense of security and well-being that often accompanies this act of 'settling down' - an idea that starts to sink in deep once you've lost several inches from your hairline and gained a few in your waistline. Or at least that's what happened in my case.
I'm sometimes struck by how transient we've become as a society, and how much easier it is now (with the benefit of modern technology of course) to pack up our lives and move on to the next geographic destination along this path we call life. I'm reminded of this fact every time I dial my husband's '323' cellphone area code - a souvenir he still keeps to this day from the years he lived in Los Angeles. Despite this fact, I truly think that most of us are born with an internal pull that beckons us to stake out our own piece of this world, tend to the earth around us, and lay down some deep roots. (For gardeners like myself, these 'roots' are literal.) After having moved 5 times during the past 7 years, this farmhouse built in 1865 and located in one of New England's oldest seaside towns is where we find ourselves now. It's also where we hope to be for many years to come. If all goes according to plan, our son who started kindergarten this fall will one day graduate from high school standing alongside the some of same friends he'll make this year. I'm also looking forward to planting a home orchard this upcoming spring and being around long enough to see the fruit harvest grow from handfuls to bushels as the years progress. And of course the house itself will surely benefit from having long-term owners who will fix its eventual cracks and leaks and grow to appreciate its slightly odd 19th century quirks.
Now that we've been in our new home for almost two months, I am happy to report that we've gotten pass the bulk of that dreaded unpacking stage and reached the point where we feel as though we can start on some of those odd projects all new homeowners pursue in order to make a new house feel more like a home. For me, that means cutting down a few unsightly trees, digging a new vegetable garden for next spring and resurrecting an old blog under the glow of a new name and personal outlook on things related to gardening and not. So here is the first official post for this blog, and hopefully the start of many more to come.
P.S. - If you're interested, you can read more about my old (and first) garden here.