We spent the morning walking the property we are trying to buy along with the listing agent. Very nice man, he was. Poor thing, his face was already scratched up from briars that hit him when he was walking other property this morning. We were very happy with his suggestions for boundary lines and that the house will sit practically in the middle of the land. It is such a beautiful place. Out behind the house, in the clearing in the circle of trees I love so much, there is a big patch of buttercups blooming. A hundred feet or so behind it there is a large area of hardwoods that is amazing. The branches are high and the ground is flat and covered with fallen leaves. It's so peaceful there. A perfect spot for building a playhouse for the kids. Thankfully, the branches are too high for Jake and Em to climb the trees much. Daredevils, both of them. The barn backs up to the edge of the property line in one spot and the boundary just angles away from it perfectly. It's perfectly positioned to provide a barrier should any of the land behind us be sold and the trees cut down. It is the only spot that we could possibly lose the surrounding trees when other land is sold should the new owners decide to clear cut. It couldn't have worked out any better.
While walking in the woods we found a deer scrape and the racoons still visit the barn regularly because our most recent footprints are almost unidentifiable in the middle of all the coon footprints.
When we had finished our walk around most of the perimeter, Doug and the listing agent walked down to find the markers for the far left side. He pointed out a spring feed that had been buried. A little backhoe work and we will have our own spring-fed pond. Kathy and I (our agent) were standing on the hill when the church bells started ringing. The beautiful sounds of the bells rang softly out. Two entire songs, they played while we stood and listened. So peaceful. I can see myself walking outside at noon to hear that daily. Doug and Mr Powell returned from the spring with Jake jumping happily along behind them. He is like a wild animal set free out there. Mr. Powell mentioned the bells and told us that the sisters who had lived in that house had purchased and donated the bells for 3 churches in the area. Since we first started looking at this house, we've heard lots of stories about the sisters and it endears the place to me more and more with every new bit I learn. The story goes, according to the listing agent who has become very familiar with the family, that when they were ten years old, each of the sisters sat on their daddy's knee and promised never to marry. Of the five sisters, only one of them eventually married. The other four lived out their lives in this house, one apparently died fairly young.
After telling us the story of the church bells, the listing agent said that the family (a niece and nephew) had turned down an offer from a fraternity. They insisted the home go to a family and apparently they were waiting on us to make an offer on the house. We had met them both one Saturday when we went by to look at the roof and get room measurements before deciding to make an offer. Both of them were very nice. They provided me with several stories about growing up in that house and it's history, and about the sisters that spoiled them. Such nice people. I hope they will never regret waiting for us. I have learned so much about the house and the family that lived there - not all there is to know, I'm sure, but enough to give me an emotional attachment for it beyond my own thinking that it's the perfect place for our family. I am SO meant to live in this place. It has everything I ever wanted.
It's been a very exciting day. We are busily gathering the records the bank has requested and the accountant is working overtime doing the same. Once the boundaries are decided on, the final contract can be drawn and we will be very close to the end. And a new beginning for us. With any luck it won't take us long to know for sure if we can get it. Tom Petty was right. The waiting is the hardest part.
While walking in the woods we found a deer scrape and the racoons still visit the barn regularly because our most recent footprints are almost unidentifiable in the middle of all the coon footprints.
When we had finished our walk around most of the perimeter, Doug and the listing agent walked down to find the markers for the far left side. He pointed out a spring feed that had been buried. A little backhoe work and we will have our own spring-fed pond. Kathy and I (our agent) were standing on the hill when the church bells started ringing. The beautiful sounds of the bells rang softly out. Two entire songs, they played while we stood and listened. So peaceful. I can see myself walking outside at noon to hear that daily. Doug and Mr Powell returned from the spring with Jake jumping happily along behind them. He is like a wild animal set free out there. Mr. Powell mentioned the bells and told us that the sisters who had lived in that house had purchased and donated the bells for 3 churches in the area. Since we first started looking at this house, we've heard lots of stories about the sisters and it endears the place to me more and more with every new bit I learn. The story goes, according to the listing agent who has become very familiar with the family, that when they were ten years old, each of the sisters sat on their daddy's knee and promised never to marry. Of the five sisters, only one of them eventually married. The other four lived out their lives in this house, one apparently died fairly young.
After telling us the story of the church bells, the listing agent said that the family (a niece and nephew) had turned down an offer from a fraternity. They insisted the home go to a family and apparently they were waiting on us to make an offer on the house. We had met them both one Saturday when we went by to look at the roof and get room measurements before deciding to make an offer. Both of them were very nice. They provided me with several stories about growing up in that house and it's history, and about the sisters that spoiled them. Such nice people. I hope they will never regret waiting for us. I have learned so much about the house and the family that lived there - not all there is to know, I'm sure, but enough to give me an emotional attachment for it beyond my own thinking that it's the perfect place for our family. I am SO meant to live in this place. It has everything I ever wanted.
It's been a very exciting day. We are busily gathering the records the bank has requested and the accountant is working overtime doing the same. Once the boundaries are decided on, the final contract can be drawn and we will be very close to the end. And a new beginning for us. With any luck it won't take us long to know for sure if we can get it. Tom Petty was right. The waiting is the hardest part.
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