Earlier this year my husband and I, with the help of the generous staff and volunteers of Habitat for Humanity, bought a house on .18 acres of land.
Yes, that’s a decimal point. That’s almost two-tenths of an acre. With a five bedroom house on it.
I’m not complaining. In my ideal world, I’d have more land, but in the real world, I never thought I’d own anything. I owe it all to the fact that my life partner is relentlessly driven and hopelessly dedicated to providing for his family.
Having lived here only seven months, the land is still relatively blank, like a canvas waiting for a work of art to bloom upon it.
Although our imaginations are constrained by space restrictions, in a sense, it allows us to be even more creative. We have to get wacky and funky (which we both love to do) with our designs, and we are forced to narrow down what actually matters to us and what we can live without.
For me, I very much want: vegetable garden, strawberry patch, fire pit/hang out area, herb garden
For my husband: fruit trees, workshop
This morning we drew a sketch of the property and played with possibilities. I am acutely aware of what a special time this is, to lay the foundation of the life we will live.
It will, Great Spirit willing, be a life of food, family gatherings and creativity.