Three years ago, on the day I officially closed on this house, I started a fun little tradition of having a glass (or two) of champagne on my porch and then walking the perimeter of the property.
This might be the only legit tradition I have in this house (unless you count my monthly tradition of not washing my dishes for so long that I end up eating my oatmeal out of a measuring cup, which…on second thought, let’s definitely not count that) and what I didn’t realize three years ago, when the property looked like this…
Is that typically in early March, the property looks like this…
So, what I thought was going to be a fun little jaunt around the property this time every year, has become more of an hour-long trudge through snow.
A pretty trudge through the snow, but still.
And if that isn’t an accurate metaphor for my journey in this house so far, I don’t know what is.
When I hit a yearly milestone like this I also have a knee-jerk reaction of wanting to start listing out all the things I have and haven’t done on the house (which is probably why these milestones also involve alcohol) but I try to save this particular day for just being grateful.
Oh, well, and also for this…
That’s right. Three years in, and I can now carry a chicken and a glass of champagne with one arm.
Farm Level: Expert.
And then as soon as I’m done being a little nostalgic I’m going to revisit this big list (another yearly tradition that requires alcohol consumption.)
In the meantime, thanks to all of you for stopping by and following along on my adventures.