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Farm
Journals
Our First Night
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Butterfly Hollow Farm ____ The Path Leading Us Here ____ How The Farm Got Its Name ____ Restoring the Old Farmhouse ____ Where The Beefalo Roam ____ Saddle Up The Horses ____ Saving Wilderness and Farm Land ____ Farm Journals ____ Sharing The Farm ____ Guest Book ____ Site Map ____ |
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We're getting so close to the day we can move into our farmhouse. We made the commitment when we began the four year project that we wouldn't move into until we were completely done. We had also set our 10 year wedding anniversary of April 28th as our new move in date and today being the 8th, our plans were still looking possible. We've been spending most of our time there and have been eating almost all our meals at the old place but we still spent every night and and woke every morning in the mobile home. Our list of what was left to do was now down to a page and we decided today that we would start moving some furniture into the guest rooms starting with Wash's Tree House. We loaded the pickup with my grandfathers bed and some of our antiques that we thought would complement this rustic room and started the move. Around lunch time we had the bed set up and covered in fresh sheets and a couple of Sharon's Grandma's quilts. We both laid on the bed and fell star struck by the fact we were finally at this moment. I'm not sure which one of us mentioned the idea, but one of us popped out the thought of us just moving in now. We had everything we needed...food, bed, shower. We didn't finish formulating the idea before we were back up at the trailer loading it full of our clothes, bathroom things, and another load of furniture. We got so jazzed and pumped up and couldn't stop smiling with each load. As the sun was setting Sharon was slicing up some potatoes while I began building a fire. We lit the kerosene lamps, turned on some Ella Fitzgerald and opened a bottle of champagne that my sister sent us. I don't know when the moment happened, but somewhere in this night our world changed. The house transformed into something warm, beautiful and filled with the feeling of home. During the renovation it never had that feeling, which did concern me at times. But tonight, drifting in every corner, floating in every space was love. We held each other and danced. We laughed. We cried. And we pinched ourselves to prove that we were not somewhere within one of our dreams. Sharon went up to get ready for bed and I sat down in the rocker by the fire with all the lights out. I said a prayer of thanks and got lost somewhere in the embers of the dying fire. I heard the shower stop and watched the bedroom lights go to a dim. The remaining coals were barely flickering as I walked up the the old stairs to the first wonderful night of many to come in our old farmhouse.
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Butterfly
Hollow
Gordonsville,
TN 38563