We bought our home in ’07. Right before the market crashed. (go figure)
It’s been a long journey, but this house feels like it’s been entwined into our lives, as if it is a living breathing person itself.
I have to say, when I first discovered the house I imagined her as an old lady who faithfully sweeps her porch/driveway/sidewalk with a worn out straw broom. Maybe she quietly mumbled to herself as she hung her wash on the line to dry.
She probably checked the mail several times a day. I’d bet money her name would be Edna, and she’d make the most amazingly beautiful yeast rolls that you’ve ever tasted, they’d be buttery and airy at the same time. She’d deliver them to your front door in a basket covered with gingham fabric.
She seemed to never run out of these baskets of yeast rolls covered with fabric. Did she bake everyday??? Was she magical? Who knows?
I used to come over here and sit on the back porch, thinking of Edna, I’d picture her in her little tomato garden. (Where my own lil tomato garden is now) I’d embrace all the birds singing, the crickets chirping, and the squirrels being squirrely.
The air felt fresher here, more breathable. I always had my lil one eyed pooch (a rescued dog) who walked with a limp, his name was Max. Me and Max would sit back there breathing (him panting) and taking it all in.
However my vision of this house took a different course when I set foot inside.
If it were a person- I’d say he’s a hard working stubborn old man who refuses to give up.
Maybe an old farmer who still plows his own fields, smokes a pack a day, never touched a bottle of sunscreen, and somehow, amazingly, has lived well into his nineties.
How is that possible? I don’t know. Maybe they’re both magical?
Maybe him and Edna were shacked up here? I feel like he has stuck around to see a lot of ugly things, and maybe us being her has brought him a sense of peace.
I hope so.
Back when I used to visit this house instead of own it, I’d stand in the back yard imaging it shape shift into something bigger; something that would land in the hands of a family that I didn’t yet have.
Back by the pond
The demo that I have done to the front porch, no worries, it’ll be getting back together tomorrow.
I have fallen in love with perfecting the art of baking since I moved in, who knows, maybe Edna is real?!?! This is one my apple pies.