Our Slice

In honor of @Randall Burns an ode to our slice of paradise.  The homestead showed up on our radar back in ‘98 with a phone call as i was traveling between projects.

The spousal unit had been looking off and on for a few months for a riverplace we could enjoy family.  She called and said i found it, they are nailing the sign in the ground now.  A few details later we were sitting in front of the view in the picture.

The three acres are just gorgeous but the house is a dated old railroad style home that one hallway serves every room in the house.  We found the foundation to the detached kitchen and the pipe that water was draw from the adjacent creek.  We are building a new house right behind the old one that is nearing completion.

We started talking about giving up the city life for a more rural atmosphere a few years ago and last year made the idea reality.

Our fear was we would get adjusted to the view and life where it would become just another house.  So far it has been anything but routine.  Starting off each day with that view seems to set a paradise mindset that carries over into the work day.

Our bug battles don't include the jurassic period holdovers described by Randall but ants are the enemy of our woes.  We went natural at first in a our battle trying all of the environmentally friendly versions ant deterrents.  That didn't work.  So it fell into all out chemical warfare.  Then we finally succumbed to hiring a pest control service.

Well they are not faring much better than our nuclear options either.  The house is past it prime and has more holes than a tennis racket per square inch.

We love our little slice of paradise.  The ants remind us we are not in Kansas anymore, but the view is worth the battle.

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