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Wednesday, 31 August 2011

Late August at The Creek Line House

Right now I have myself a big ol' case of the next-year-I'll-do-betters. Inside, at our house, there's pretty much nothing that indicates the pre-fall-ness of the season. Or the the Summeryness of the season either for that matter.

OK, we've only been in this house for a month and two days, so I'll cut myself some slack on that one.

Outside on the property though, there are so many things happening that we had nothing to do with, that really indicate the season and give us a sense of a place in time.

I took a little stroll around yesterday to try to capture the last few bits of August before September takes over tomorrow.


An old doorway behind the barn. The grass is cut back here, but no one has bothered to trim the weed away this year.


A giant spiderweb over one of the barn's window openings, with the sunlight streaming through.


The cornfields are full and tall enough to touch the sky.


The barn.


They've been spending all week tilling (is that what you call it?) the field across the street, now that the wheat is all harvested. Last night it seemed like they were finally done their big job.


These fields are endless and they're my favorite place to watch the sunset, although last night I was out a bit early to catch it.


Some kind of root vegetable is growing here but what, I don't know. Harvest time is coming soon!


There are some random stalks of corn growing in the soy field and the farmer has sprayed them to try to get rid of them before it's time to harvest the soy. The corn is turning a very Fall-y shade of red and I think I might help the farmer by removing a few stalks for him to Fall up the front of the house.


The barn in the evening.


The barn through the corn.


I just can't get enough of the corn.


We're very unhappy to see our creek looking like this. The city came in and sprayed for frogs and cat tails a couple of weeks ago. Next year we'll be planting all along the creek so they can't access it. Don't they know how great cat tails are for Fall decorating?

I can't wait to look back on all these pictures in a few months when everything is so different and remember what it looked like during our first month here.

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Monday, 22 August 2011

I just love a good barn.

This is our barn.


Well, no. I lied. This is the barn across the creek from our house. The 150 acre property with the barn was owned by the family that used to own our house for the last 180 years or so, or at least that's what we hear. 25 years-ish ago, they sold all but the 1.5 acres that we have around our house to a farmer.

Truthfully though, we never see a soul around that part of the property, so we cut the grassy area around it and use it for soccer games and golf practice. Plus I'm pretty sure no one loves that barn like we do, so we call it ours!

I like to walk down the side of the creek in the mornings. When I turn around to come back, the barn always looks so perfect, I just can't help but take a few photos.



This barn is relatively new compared to the history of the property. The numbers on the front say "1951".





If ever there was a more perfect setting for a barn than in the middle of a corn field, I have not seen it.



I'm pretty sure I've never met a barn I didn't like, but this one, of course, is my new favorite.

Are you a secret barn addict too? Go ahead, leave me of those wonderful comments and let me know that I'm not a crazy barn stalker!

Or at least that I'm not alone... Pin It

Wednesday, 17 August 2011

Putting It All on the Line

Since coming to the new house, I find myself making excuses to do the laundry as often as I can....













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Tuesday, 16 August 2011

The "Make it Work" Dining Room

Crazy paint color, peel 'n stick tile, weird fake wood paneling.

Oh well.

I hate to say it, but it's not the worst room in the house. By. Far. So none of these issues are going to be resolved any time soon.

Here's how I make it work, and love the room anyway.


Well, first of all, I'm just really lucky. My great gramma's furniture looks beautiful anywhere, with anything. Classic antiques can make anything work. Even better if you inherit them.


That weird paint color is kind of a breezy turquoise. You just can't fight that. I used a turquoise glass thingy  from Value Village and, at least for the Summer, it works. Come Fall, it may just be a bit of a disaster. For now though, it almost sort of looks like I have that paint color there on purpose.


A few little pieces of "art" unpacked from the old house and leaned up on a painted gray dresser. The blue and green from the map work here perfectly.


This is my view from where I sit with my laptop. I love my new banister. Keeping this view clear lets me see what I really love and distracts me from all the imperfections (Ahem, peel 'n stick flooring).


I added some fresh white cotton curtains from the old house, a chair and a box used as side tables in this corner. I call this "just moved in chic". OK, I only call it that in my head. But that's reality. Embrace it.


On the buffet, antique pictures that belonged to Chris's gramma and a candelabra from mine feel a bit formal. The rooster weather vane keeps it all relevant to the country.

And that's all it takes to make it work for us for now, and maybe for quite a while.

Even though I know it's all wrong, I absolutely love it.
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Monday, 15 August 2011

And Now We Rebuild



If we never would have moved, we would have been comfortable. We would have had all the little day-to-day, mundane details of life worked out. When to cut the grass, how often to vacuum the floors, where to fold the laundry. I would have made about 30 different amazing back-to-school crafts by now. Kennedy's closet would be organized.



Life in the city was settled. We were happy enough, or at least not un-happy. But we'd done all we could there and that was as far as it was going for us. There was an unmistakeable pull out in the wide-open spaces of the country for us. So now we rebuild all those little details of our life in our new, old house. It's a shaky way of living for now. All those little insignificant tidbits of day-to-day living build up to mean a whole lot when there's no more same 'ol way of doing things to fall back on. I have to remind myself: We have to rebuild all these underlying things that make life feel stable, but also, we get to rebuild all these things, just how we like them. In the rightest right of places for us. Maybe it will be more than we ever dreamed, and maybe real life will step in.



We already know this life will be prettier, more impressive, but can it also be bigger, more authentic? Can it be fuller with family dropping in, fresh baked pumpkin pies, and can't-wait-to-get-out-of-bed drive to make it happen? Is all this for real?



I guess that's exactly what we're here to find out. Pin It

Friday, 12 August 2011

When we first moved in...

..it looked like this:


















Unbelievable possibility, utter chaos, and the most peaceful place on earth, all at the same time.


We have been without internet for the last two weeks. Two whole weeks, people!

Eek.

We're finally back, and we've got a lot to share from the last 14 days. It's going to be a looong drawn-out process, but we're so glad you're along for the ride.


Here we go! Pin It