PeacePosted: February 9, 2007 | |
(From the back of the pond. Photo by Robin. 2006)
The last of the 3 questions asked by Alto2: What place/thing gives you peace?
The wording almost rules out people. Almost, but not quite. My favorite place in all the world, the place that always brings me peace, is in my husband’s arms. As corny as it may sound, it’s true.
But since he’d probably prefer not to have his photo posted, I’ve decided to choose home: Breezy Acres, our home in the Bogs. The photo above was taken from the woods at the back of the pond.
Peace – that was the other name for home. ~Kathleen Norris
It’s a simple ranch-style house. To most of the world passing by, the house is painted grey with red trim. The back of the house, however, is painted to match the sunset colors of summer, lovely shades of rose and purple. It’s a beautiful sight from out on the pond, the orange-gold of the setting sun reflecting from the windows of the house, the colors on the house almost matching those of the sky.
We have 8 acres of property, the pond taking 1.5 acres. It used to be part of a farm called Breezy Acres, very aptly named as there is always a breeze out there. The wind can be pretty amazing at times.
M and I fell in love with the property. We were unsure about the house as it needed a lot of work and tender loving care. Structurally it was fine. Cosmetically, it had seen better days. Eventually we decided to buy the place, warts and all, knowing that we could work with it. And work with it we did. We have earned a lot of sweat equity in the old homestead. We transformed it, from the inside out. It took us almost six months to make it habitable.
To be honest, if it had been cheaper to knock the house down and start over, we would have done so. We seriously considered it. So seriously that we looked into how much it would cost to knock it down and rebuild. It was more than we could manage at the time. So, we practically gutted the place and that gave us a more or less clean slate to work with.
I really like my home. We used lots of color throughout the place, brightening and warming it. The flooring, which we bought from an Amish company, is character grade hickory. Gorgeous stuff.
But it’s not the stuff that makes it home. It’s the family and the love. And while it’s not always peaceful at Breezy Acres (our youngest son still practices his drums in our basement, the wildlife is noisy, etc.), I am at peace when I am there.