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It all went off without any real hitches- or, rather, about a dozen hurdles were thrown in our path, but nothing dissuaded us. In short, we bought the farm, and we're still alive!

My favorite room, although I wouldn't actually want to spend time there, is the root cellar. When we looked at the house, it was full of onions the size of melons, and jars and jars of preserves. Now it's waiting to see what we bring:

And every farm needs that back door with the rickety painted wood stairs and the coat hooks:

Although I didn't catch it on film- I ran and got Little Z to show her, first- there was still one hummingbird today, a late traveller. This is the view from the dining room:
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The sellers called this, "The Machine Building," but we have no machines in it, so it is currently unnamed. Any ideas, Minions?



I got sick to my stomach late last night. It was almost like I was a kid again who had too much excitement.

Now we begin the tedious task of moving. I'm sure it's worth it, though! I feel as though I have gotten away with a crime, almost, to live in such a place.