If you’ve been following our blog — you’ve seen “No Rhyme or Reason Farm” go from bad to worse. I could see the vision when it was bad — which is what got us into this predicament in the first place.
But now that it is “worse” — some days I’m not so sure I can see the vision anymore. I have a hard time imagining this coming together. The idiosyncrasies of the house that looked so charming in my initial vision, lose their luster as the house gets stripped to its bones and our builder, John, tries to figure out the best way to put it back together again. I give him credit for keeping the vision (or at least not telling me when he can’t see it either).
So this week — amid drilling the well, planning the walkways from the garage to the non-existent porch and yet to be completed patio, amid watching a spaghetti mess of wires wrap through the house and in and out of the walls — I need to focus on the “vision” again.
Here is the vision. This is what we are aiming for — with six weeks to get there.