things change...

I admit it. I don't like change. I'm not quite sure why...maybe it's the fear of the unknown. With a heavy heart my husband and I have decided to put our home on the market. I was a bit younger when we bought it and had a toddler who is now 9 and a kindergartner who is now 12 at the time. I remember the day we walked through the front door for the very first time. It needed work, LOTS of work but that didn't scare me. What I saw was potential. At the time we were living in a tiny little cape which seemed to be bursting at the seams with all our things. Our family was growing and so were our needs. I walked through these doors with optimism and a dream and I jumped right in with both feet. We turned this house into a home room by room. Like I said, things change. Needs change. The home I often referred to as "my dream house that needs a little work" now tires me. I have hammered, nailed, painted, fixed, plumbed and redone every single room with the help of my husband and my own 2 hands.I'm not done yet, there is still more work left but this time, by someone else. I am sad to be leaving but for once in my life I am welcoming the change. Things change, needs change. I just hope some wide eyed young Mom walks through my front door and sees what I saw years ago..I hope she sees potential and has a dream.

A sneak peek of my Pfatt Market Place offering

It's going to snow tommorow!!! Well with the weather we've been having it may as well snow. Here's a sneak peek of my Christmas in July offering available 7/10/09

Coming July 10th!

Be careful of what you wish for

Just this past Sunday I was sitting on my front stoop,sipping coffee and thinking about all the future flower beds and plantings I'd like to put in. As usual my day dreams came to an abrupt halt when my eyes fell upon the enormous "garbage" tree which towers over the front of my home and blocks any hope of even a trickle of sunlight dappling upon my sparse landscaping. I refer to it as the "garbage" tree because first, I have no clue to what type of tree it is and second it sheds various tree debris year round, requiring constant clean up. My husband joined me on the stair and glared at the tree with equal disdain. "I HATE that tree" I told him. "Yeah, me too" he replied. I jokingly added that if the tree were ever to fall, at least it would fall away from the house.

Upon my return from a family shopping trip yesterday the wind began to pick up as pulled my little VW bug into the garage. Small hail which soon turned into large ice cubes began to cover the area. Instead of making a mad dash to the house we decided to wait it out inside the garage. The wind was howling by this point and I watched siding being ripped from the side of our garage. I instructed the kids to get away from he windows as debris began to fly over the top of my house. The freakish storm ended almost as quickly as it started. When I opened the door to the garage it took me a minute to realize that the garbage tree was no longer there. As you can see from the picture....boy was I wrong about it's path of descent.