About four months ago, my husband and I found a rambling farmhouse on two acres outside Lincoln. The house was built in 1910, six bedrooms, ten-foot high ceilings, a large kitchen, an amazing brick root cellar, space for goats, ducks, geese, and dogs, a huge garden, all backing up to a huge cornfield with a windmill. And for a touch of whimsy-- a three-seater outhouse from before indoor plumbing!
The reality is the house will need work-- lots of elbow grease, washing, repairs and the like, typical for a home that has been inhabited, but not truly loved for many years. We take possession at the end of next month and then the grunt work begins.
In the end, I am excited to see the house restored, loved, and treasured by our family.
Sending love and lots of excitement from future farm-ette owners...