Snippets

Sometimes I look around here, this place, and feel overwhelmed with all that needs to be done. The first phase of excitement and possibility of moving into a new house, a house that needs work, is wearing off. The reality of slowly chipping away at things, bit by bit, as time allows, and the bank balance allows, as our energy levels allow, this reality, is harder. We knew it would be, of course. 

The exterior of the house still needs a good wash. There is a build up of years of dust on the outside. The reality is, come summer and harvest time, the grain trucks are going to kick up so much more dust, you almost wonder whether it's worth it. I wonder if I will be able to put washing on the line. But the afternoon light is so beautiful all the same.

The prayer flags we hung already look as weathered and faded as this old house. Quite fitting, really. They've slotted in well. Perhaps we have also slotted in well.

The door. From the first time I saw the turquoise door, I loved it. Someone who lived here previously must have loved it too. Maybe one day a repaint, and sooner than that, a good wash. But the colour remains the same.

The brick paving. There ground is so uneven under this paving, you could step in a pothole and sprain an ankle (not that you can see it here). The past few weeks, my pet project has been weeding and sweeping and cleaning this paving area. This shows some cleared, and some not yet done (and not the worst, by any stretch). With little pockets of time, it slowly happens.

Our home is certainly rustic, I think that is how you would describe it. I like rustic. There is such a realness to it, and it is homely. It's not glamorous, it's not something you would see in the pages of Country Style Magazine, and honestly, I would never want it to be.