Today, we went to an estate sale. What a melancholy occasion. Someone’s precious belongings carefully laid out with price tags stuck on. Dresses, hats, a lone color wheel; dishes, jewelry, sheets and blankets and all of the accoutrements of daily life.
We have sent comments to the ‘powers that be’, regarding the logging permit on the adjoining property. I look at those trees and it breaks my heart. Yes, we cleared land for our house, but we tried to be very respectful of the forest.
Our driveway would be a perfect example of the care taken during the building process. We could easily have bulldozed a straight path up to the house. How boring and pathetic. Instead, the builder’s vision of a meandering path to the house, embracing the gentle rises, falls and curves of the land became our path to the house. I love our driveway.