Instead of basking in the sun (and working on college applications) at the beach over vacation this year, we moved. From our town dwelling just near the church, we hauled ourselves into the woods three miles away. Before the closing and driving our first belongings over to the new home, I had never set foot in our woodland abode. And I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about it. But I soon fell in love with the woods that surrounded us. There is an open glade beside the house with a fire ring and looking over the forest is a little deck that we can eat out on. Still, the past two weeks have been hectic and disconcerting. Hopefully things will settle down and we'll be able to get back to a normal schedule.
Most of the house is not in a state to be displayed to the world, so you'll probably not see a good deal of it, however here are a couple pictures to give you an idea of what it is.
Our lovely long driveway, which we will have to plow every winter.
I spent a majority of Sunday afternoon sprawled out here, gazing at the trees and reading.
There was a solitary pink rose in our backyard flower bed. I tried to take a picture, but I wasn't sure how to make it interesting and not a generic greenery photo.
This is the window between the sitting room and the kitchen.