We are up in Washington County today, beginning the day with great trepidation. It’s home inspection day – and both my husband and I are filled with nervous excitement. The excitement is easy to explain – we love this house, and feel that love in our bones every time we visit it. The nerves? Well, we are buying a farm built in 1861, with many outbuildings. It has stood proudly at the crest of a beautiful valley for many long years. It’s last owners tended to it with great care and knowledge. Today, however, we will learn its structural secrets – and we hope that these are ones that we already know, not ones that will make us break out in sweat, gulp, and look at each other and say: what have we done? yikes!!!!
We walked around the house yesterday, wading through tall grass and a few downed branches. I could see the beginning of peonies among the feathery stands of ferns, hydrangea here and irises there. Promises of summer blooms. Up close, I could see the many layers of paint this house has worn through the years, like the weathered wrinkles of a grand lady who has seen much, survived much, lived through good times and bad.
Hello, old friend, I whispered, tell us your secrets…open your arms to us…we are here.