Please Welcome ...The Poor Farm!!!

Well, it is done. We just closed on our new land, our retirement home, our piece of heaven, our lifelong dream...our future money pit.

You might recall our farm is for sale, and has been now for two years. You might also recall, if you've had your second pot of coffee like I have, that the farm almost sold a few weeks ago. But due to a huge difference between payment offers, it did not.

But because it seemed very likely it would I began looking for our final resting place. (Literally, we plan to build a family cemetery there) I was suddenly aware we might need a place to live if our current farm sold.

Shockingly, I found 7 acres just 20 miles from us!   Original pictures on the day of discovery are HERE, And because the property was in fore closure, the land undeveloped, other than a 150 year old crumbling house, it was much cheaper than other land parcels around us. We pounced on it. Made a bid. Another bid, Another bid and then today we paid out our lives savings, and so now we own this...

 

A Dr Seuss type tree in the midst of our soon to be new farm

 

 

The other trees on our new property look much better. Since the property has not been lived on for over 3 years and prior to that owned by just one family for several decades it is free of...most anything. It does comes with some decrepit buildings and several piles of trash but nothing that cannot be squared away by a couple of 50- somethings ready for a new challenge in their lives.

 

This fall we will start tearing down the house that is there and moving items that we no longer need here but will absolutely need at the new place, which by the way will now and forever be known as "The Poor Farm"  Because as I said in paragraph 4 above, we spent our life's saving on it, that's why.

 

Next spring we hope to start building our very tiny retirement home, an earth sheltered Hippie Haven and man are we having fun deciding why that that little gem might be located. Friend Jay and Keith surveyed the piece recently trying to pick the ideal spot to bury ones home.

 

Maybe over on the south east side...

 

 

Or perhaps on the south west side...

 

Only problem is, the old challenge in our life, our current farm, is alive and well. In order to keep its mortgage paid we must continue to raise the pork and feed the beef and sell in our store and make the soap until one day our prince does come, and I just know he's on his way.

 

I have to say that. It's only way I can sleep at night.