Gleaning from the past for a more simple future in our 1950s cottage.
Friday, November 19, 2010
I walked outside this evening to load our outdoor wood boiler (I love loading it, so I do it instead of hubby when I can) and took in the view. The setting sun was glinting off the silver bins and dryers at the farm next door. Across from the farm, the moon was a pale white shadow just above the old apple orchard. The air was crisp, the woods bare, and the quietude perfect. I love it here. I'm hard pressed to move. Yet, our house is so small and getting smaller by the day.
I look at real estate, but find nothing. Perhaps we will be able to add on in the (hopefully) near future.
I wonder, are we to move or stay put?
Edited: I had typed "wool boiler" but I meant wood boiler! Sorry!