Two years ago, in the midst of our grieving, my husband had a desperate need to get out of the city. He kinda dragged me to this broken down house in the country. I didn't want to go, being very content in my nice little house in my nice little neighborhood, with my nice sidewalks and friendly neighbors. Eleven acres with no neighbors really held no attraction. But he needed a project, and being a good wife, I went along. Project is the understatement. We bought our own little money pit, but it's been so good for us, mentally, physically and spiritually. I started reluctantly, and still resist occasionally, but mostly it's opened a new chapter in my life. I decided I needed a new blog to chronicle this interesting journey. I am leaving the sad stuff here on this blog, and devoting the new blog to the charms and challenges of country living. I hope you can join me there, too.