Two Houses

What did they do to my house?!  These photos were sent by a nice lady who actually looked at the house when we had it for sale and has since bought a few items from my Etsy shop and wanted me to see the house I used to own.  Complete opposite of how I had it.  I think the most upsetting thing was to see they bulldozed the marshes down by the pasture where owls would sit in the daytime, the frogs would sing and every season had the most beautiful wildflowers.  They cut the trees and just about everything else I had grown there for 12 years :(

White, stark and bare.  They even painted all the stacked stone walls white.  It no longer blends in with nature, but sticks out like a sore thumb.

I think of the wall of hydrangeas that after years of waiting were lush with blooms, the veilchenblau rose that was enormous and smelled so wonderful that I bought from the heirloom rose farm in TX.  The giant cryptomeria I bought at 3 ft. and was at least 30 ft. tall.  All gone.

This was how it was, garden gates with small garden rooms and fountains and pebble paths outside my potting shed.  

And this is one of the many reasons I never fit in in Georgia.   It was always a fight to keep things natural and country.  I watched the neighbors with their chemical packs on their backs spray everything in sight and leaf blowers sounded all day long.  I'm sure my neighbors weren't thrilled with my pasture being three feet tall with paths, but the deer loved it, had their babies there, and I saw more birds and animals than I do where I live now because there was no other place for them to go. 

The frogs in the marsh is what I miss the most.  They sang so loudly at dusk that you had to stand at a distance, and now that too is gone.  I am so thankful I was able to get to a place I was always meant to live in, where natural is the norm and people here love nature and want to live with it, houses are quaint and unique and there is no hustle and bustle.

So today I was looking at mapquest trying to figure out what road winds back into the four acres we have across the stream.  There is a dog back there that barks all day long, I feel so sorry for him, I need to find out where he lives.  For some reason when I put in my address the original photos of the house listing popped up, and it was good to see.  I keep thinking I'm not accomplishing much of a change here, but to the contrary!

Even with all the windows, the low ceiling and curtains made this room so dark.  It now has vaulted ceilings with skylights, no curtains and lots of light!

UGH the ugly kitchen with yellow laminate!  All gone, bark on the walls, pine floors now revealed underneath the fake brick laminate floor which everyone seemed to get in the '50s!

The sunroom looked like a junk room.

The farmhouse was overgrown, gray, dirty and depressing.

Still a work in progress, but getting better!