I never thought I’d be able to leave the small farm and the historic home (circa 1781 - the year Cornwallis surrendered to George Washington, whose birthday happens to be today) we’ve lived in for 25 years.
But the kids are grown and out so we don’t have as many hands as we used to have ( although we are growing a good crop of strong grandsons).
I’m thinking the time is coming to say goodbye to a place we love but are quickly losing the umph we need to maintain it.
My husband says he’s gonna die here. And I keep telling him “yep, cause this place is gonna kill ya”