Last December, just before Christmas, we found ourselves huddled together on blow-up mattresses in the dark. There was no power and the temperature was below freezing in our new home, located in the the country-ish, in West Chester, Pennsylvania. Walter and I either jump into things, or we completely overthink until we agonize. I prefer the jumping in, as that is there where magic is.
We looked at 3 houses with the idea of maybe moving, and within 35 days, we were shivering in our new 18th century living room.
But this isn’t about the 5 Acre Wood in West Chester, or chickens, honeybees, wild plants, or birdsong. Nor is it about the 5 goslings that were just born on the island at the center of our pond! This is about our house in Philadelphia that we’ve been fixing up since we hastily departed last winter.Read more →