Life on the Farm
In 2005, we decided to move off Long Island to build a home in Saratoga Springs NY. While our house was being built, we rented a house on a house farm. It was quite the adventure. I sent my family email updates. Hope you enjoy.
gabrielle story
6/6/20262 min read
First off, Merlin is in heaven. He has no desire to be indoors at all. He gazes at us as if to say, "Oh thank you thank you thank you!" His nose is to the wind all the time.
He is a hound dog.
He is a bushwacker.
His only sadness is not being able to run around with the other dogs. Maybe soon. The paddocks are all electrified and he isn't familiar enough with the horses to understand that there could be danger there. He goes nose to nose with the foals and it is beautiful to watch his puppy like gaze in awe of his surroundings. He is comfortable and connected here. As are we.
I have a level of peace here as well. It is still strange to me that a lifelong dream of living on a horse farm has finally come to pass. My suburban life of high speed internet, reality tv, sheetrocked walls and critter free living has been replaced by dial up, classical music, welcoming whinnies from the equine locals, bare timber walls and a required tolerance for ALL Gods creatures (including mice, wild bunnies and deer and a suicidal cardinal that dive bombs the sliding glass doors every morning between 4am and 7am.)
The wind carries whispers that are audible now that there are no pumping bass sounds emanating from souped up Hondas or other LI suburban interruptions (such as my sump pump going off every 5 minutes even 5 days after the rain has stopped). I have yet to discern what it says to me. Our situation is still on my mind of course but it seems easier to let it go here.
The house is coming along well. A few concerns but we are confident they will be handled appropriately. We have asked for a mid-July closing. That is about a month behind schedule but it must be Gods time because it was what was needed.
Brian is finally coming down from his whirlwind semester. Library jobs are tough to come by here but we are confident.
I am hoping to take some video of the farm. You can't possibly understand what it is like to wake up on the verge of sunrise and see packs of horses galloping across the field. It is a feeling like no other. It almost makes you forget and forgive the smelly well water. My husband is learning to enjoy it as well. He is spoiling the horses with treats every chance he gets.
I hope this message find you all well. Blessed Be!