We certainly learned our share of things when we set out to find our perfect acre. The first thing we learned was that there is no perfect acre. I could make a long list of all the things we learned but that would be really boring. Instead I'll show you several of the lots that we thought were "the one" and for some reason or another just wasn't going to happen.
Photo disclaimer here.....since I didn't have photos of the lots I turned to satellite photos and roughly outlined the acreage. These satellite shots are SO old too, because there are actually alot of houses built around the lots we looked at. With that said here they are.
This was the first lot that we were really excited about. We called it The Bluff Lot.
This is the 2nd lot we had high hopes for.
This is the acreage that made us think, "Hey, how nice to have 11 acres and have a couple of goats, and a chicken, and who knows what other livestock"! We'd be in the country but still have neighbors down the road.
The search continued....
Now we were looking for more than an acre. Dreams of me riding my tractor with a smile on my face, being on a first name basis with the man at the local feed store, living amongst small country towns like Hooterville and Crabwell Corners, with friends like Floyd Smoot....oh, wait...I'm so sorry, that was Oliver Wendell Douglas and his wife Lisa on Green Acres. A side note before I snap back to reality. This conversation from the episode where Lisa was being taught how to drive resonated very deeply in my young mind.
Teacher: (teaching Lisa how to drive) Do you know what these are? (pointing to the gear shift) P-R-N-D-L.
Lisa: Oh yes. that's a pernundel. My husband has a pernundel on his car, too
Oh yes, I called it the pernundel during my first day in the car at Driver's Ed, thank you very much. Actually, I still call it that.
OK, I recall this blog is about a house. Next time I journal in, I'll share where the Lord took us.