Several years ago, I read an essay in a magazine about a middle-aged woman who was dealing with what to do with her mother’s prized antiques. She had recently decided to sell them and the essay was about coming to terms with letting go of the things that had meant so much to her mother.
I read that then, knowing I would be that woman someday.
My someday is here.
Perhaps it was reading “The Lovely Bones,” which is a book about moving on – for the living and the dead in that case – but I awoke one morning several weeks ago ready to let some of the things I have of my mother’s finally go.
A photographer came to shoot our house on Friday, as a photo spread of our spread is going to accompany a story I wrote on The Little House for a magazine and we talked about how to present the photos so it isn’t confusing to the readers which building is which.
There are so many buildings here, I think it can be a little confusing to those just trying to picture it, as The Little House looks a lot like The Belle Writer’s Studio and the two metal buildings also look the same.
My husband likes to tell people, “We don’t have the biggest, but we have the most!” I’ve dubbed the drive down the winding driveway, “Campbell Town,” and have even thought of getting some of those old time signs to label the buildings to add a little fun and flavor to the place.