First thoughts on returning to town after settling the first of our belongings in the new house.
For years you were home to others,
Fathers, mothers,
Daughters and sons,
The way life runs.
Since time before electric light,
To chase the night,
Heat came from fire,
And from the byre.
White plaster walls not smooth and straight,
A rough plank gate,
Clay tiles, warm red,
My feet now tread.
Do you feel the change in your stones,
Your old house bones?
Mine feel right here,
Happiness near.
I hope you and your family, human and animal, will be very happy in your new home. š
Thanks Merril š So do I. There’s a lot of work to do in it to make it comfortable, but we’ll get there.
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Congratulations Jane. My your new home be a heart of health and a treasure of inspiration xx
Thanks Damien. I’m sure it will be, once we get the drains sorted and some kind of heating installed…
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Welcome home
Thank you!
I love poems and pictures that communicate the same message. Hope you enjoy your new home.
Thank you š We’re still seeing the statue in the marble. Most people would say it isn’t habitable as it is, but if a 93 year old lady could manage it, so can I!
Here’s to a warm heart and a warm hearth.
Cheers! That warm hearth is going to be much appreciated this winter. There isn’t any other heating…
Jane is that your new home?? Oh, lovely location away from all noises into the nature’s lap…
That’s just about captured it, Sri š
Very beautiful and an apt minute poem
Thank you š
Pleasure Jane
Welcome home …. It feels like you’ve found it āŗļø
I hope so. It’s going to be a lot of work, but not more than we can handle, I’m sure.
Very inviting…yes, welcome, and a peaceful respite from the world. (K)
It’s extremely peaceful. Rural but with a majority of farmers who don’t use much in the way of pesticides, and who apparently aren’t rabid hunters either. Whichmaybe explains why there was a deer grazing under the bedroom window in the middle of the afternoon.
Our suburbs here in the US are full of deer, so we don’t need to go to the country! But lacking the beauty and serenity of your setting for sure.
Difference of scale I imagine. European suburbs tend to be mainly concrete and not much greenery except for small, well tended gardens.
I was thinking of home and what it means, too, this morning…best wishes to you and all good things in the new place!
Thank you š We’re beginning to have an idea of what needs doing, and what we’d like to do to restore it.
That’s so beautiful, Jane! I’m sure you’ll be happy there. Is that it in the picture? It looks wonderful! š
The picture was taken on the 4th before the hay was cut. It looks more like a house and less like a ruin now š
Lol! It looks a romantic get away from it all.
It will be when we get some heating installed, a few plug sockets put in, and the drains sorted…
Those things do kinda make life a tad more comfortable…
You certainly notice when you don’t have them.
Too right! When are you officially moving in?
No official date yet. Not until we get the children fixed up with alternative accommodation anyway.
Oh… aren’t they coming with you? College etc I guess.
Only the youngest who’s still at school. The others are at uni, on extended gap years (!) or looking for a job. They need to stay in Bordeaux and launch into the big bad world.
How do you have such grown up children? Is that bio pic about 20 years old???
Flattery will get you nowhere. It was taken three years ago in the shade. Worry keeps me in trim š
I hope you enjoy living in your new home. I bet your animals will love to roam there! It looks fabulous.
Finbar will love it, but Trixie won’t like the size of it. She’ll stay close to the house probably. The little cat will have to be kept tied up I think as she has no sense and no fear whatsoever. The first passing fox will snap her up if we’re not careful.