For those dear friends who'd like to see more of my parents' new-to-them home, here's a sneak peek.
It's an 1890's farmhouse. It needs some work, but it has a lovely rural charm already.
A friendly creaking screen door welcomes you in.
My mother's living room furniture fits nicely in this new living room. They'll buy another gas stove to go inside that mantle before winter.
The living room looks straight into the kitchen. They've put their kitchen table there. No dining room in this house -- they are doing the "down-sizing" thing that is so advisable and practical at their age.
The stairs go straight up from the front door.
They have quite a few of these charming old windows in the house.
I love this upstairs hallway with its grey-blue paint and old worn floorboards.
A large cedar tree presides in the front yard and shades the porch.
This pump provided water in years gone by. The house used to be the local Methodist parsonage.
Those of you who know my mother will not be surprised at this:
My farmer brother quickly put in a pretty garden for them. Mother and Daddy are not up to gardening on this scale, but my other brother's family come and tend to the garden and share the produce with my parents. It works well, and it's a good spot with good soil.
Beautiful farmland, pasture land, and wooded mountains surround them on all sides.
I noticed the healthy crop of plantain she has by her front steps.
There are nice sheds out back.
Mother acquired two playful kittens with the house. She's enticing them with regular meals and will win them over fully in the end. She's been doing that with humans for decades.
Dotted across the fields of the Greenbrier valley are farmsteads just like this, some on the roads and some tucked far back against the hills. So lovely.