Fifteen years

Last evening during our evening sit in the Arabian tent time. . .

I said. . ."how can we have been here fifteen years already?"

He said. .."In fifteen years we'll be ready to retire. . .we'll be 65."

Fifteen years ago at age thirty five. . .

we bought the farm.

All it needed was a bit of tender loving care. . .

some vision. .

and a bit of Terry.

The first summer we painted the house. . .
and had a party.

After our first summer rain. . . .
we put buckets in strategic places in the attic. .

and called a roofer.

When we called for the roofer this time. .

and were asked how long we wanted the roof to last. .

we did a quick calculation of our age. .

and said twenty five years. .

That will put us about seventy five years old. .

and it is highly unlikely we will care one speck about the roof then.

Later in the fall of that first year.. .

we added on a garage. . .

a laundry room. .

and a small storage room which a few years later became our second bathroom.

The laundry room was finished . . .

in early January of '95.

On January 5th my mom and dad came to see the laundry room painted.

She had a heart attack during the night. .

and never did see the washer and dryer hooked up.

The laundry room completion reminds me of something else.

My mom by love. .

came every week and picked up all the laundry and washed it and dried it. . and ironed it. .

and brought it back.

Thanks Mom. . . that taught me a lot about how to be a good mom by love.

The next year. . .

we planted a hedge.

Last night. . I could not take the picture from this view. .

since I can not see over the hedge.

We have had the best of times. . .

and the worst of times. .

since the summer of 94.

Mostly though. . . .they've been very good.

All for now. . .