And The Apron is Hung

It's official. My apron is hung. I'm home. What a month! I must first say to God alone be the glory! God has continued to shower His blessings on us. Somehow both the house in town and the RV at the orchard survived Hurricane Ike. Ike arrived the weekend we were supposed to be out of the house. We prepared everything at the orchard and camped out at the empty house in town where we continued to finish packing and cleaning. So many trees were down in the neighborhood. Unfortunately for our next door neighbors, two trees fell in their front yard and one came right down on one of their cars. We managed to get completely out of the house and return to the orchard where, to our amazement, that only one tree had fallen on the fence. The RV was still in the upright position. God is good!

Because of Ike, our closing on the house was not finalized until yesterday..five days later! So now we are officially home! It has been a whirlwind to say the least. Now the fun begins to let our dream become a reality.

All the delays over the past year have given us time to see exactly where we want the house. I think we've moved the location about four times now but this is where it's going to be. Of course some trees will come out but our plan is to remove about 100 after harvest anyway. Hmmm...harvest....not sure this year will be any good. Considering the drought and Hurricane Ike, the crop might be minimal.

So now our journey continues. Right now fall is in the air with leaves falling like rain and cool crisp mornings with a hint of skunk stinch. Oh how my cup runneth over.

Happy Trails...

Turning the Page

I guess summer is officially over when the grandkids have gone home, school has started back and Labor Day has come and gone and we put away our white shoes. What ever happened to the first day of school being the day after Labor Day? Ahh, the good 'ol days...
Buddy and I are going to be turning a new page in our lives. Our house has sold and we close in a couple weeks. The finality is just now sinking in since I'm packing up the last bit in the house and making arrangements to have utilities turned off. We are so anxious to get out to the orchard and start making all our plans a reality.
It's amazing the things that we carry with us in our lives. I am learning to not be such a packrat and unload a lot of things. We have decided that our lives on the farm are going to be simple. These little darlings will stay with us..

Buddy's Davy Crockett mug and my Hopalong Cassidy

Now these will go...

Does anyone remember these? They have to be 30-something years old! I looked up the definition of an antique. An antique is something that is 100 years old from the date of purchase unless it is an automobile and then it's 25 years. So...I don't guess the antiques broker from Antiques Roadshow will be coming up to me and asking "Do you have any idea what these are worth?" I think the Hefty bag wrapped around them will be worth more.

So I will sign off for now and get back to my packing, wishing you

Happy Trails...