We soon found out (as you do in a small town) that the great-grandmother had sadly passed, and left the land to her closest of kin- three relatives who needed to sell and divide the proceeds. The home had been on the market for close to a year (why hadn’t we seen it before now?!) and the heirs were getting anxious for a transaction. We were able to quickly arrange for a tour (JR in person with me on webcam).
There are issues, of course: the house is old and sparsely updated…
But the stove! The real wood burning oven. (Is that the Hallelujah Chorus again- so soon?!) That alone is worth the buy. Ok, I’m over exaggerating a bit…. I do that, just smile and nod your head. But what farmhouse is complete without an antique oven? Exactly- none.
The house is on a well, so that may take some getting used to since I have been on city sewer my entire life. JR told me I’ll have to take four minute showers so I don’t run the well dry. I told him he can give up his shower for me, like any good husband would. His indignant grunt informed me that we have not entirely settled this argument. I don’t think that’s a real issue, anyway. I’m sure well using people shower just as much as city folk. Who cares about showering right now, anyway? I could be baking freshly picked peach cobbler in my old-fashioned wood burning oven after a 30 to 45 day escrow. Where’s my country girl apron? Oh, yeah. I don’t have one. Yet.
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