Sunrise and Snowdrops

Good morning! How are you doing today?

I’ve been a bit quiet on the blogging front, but I knew it would be a busy time ahead, in our promising new abode.  My aunt said she thought we’d be all settled in by now…what were we still doing? Well, I told her, there was no bathroom light fitting, two of the sockets were burned out/cracked, four more had broken corners. The oven was full of old dribbles and matted dog fur, the previous owner had taken the shower with her. The top of the cupboards were coated in black gunk, as was the floor beneath them. The grout was filthy. The dog flap was broken so we needed a new back door panel, the bolts on the back gate didn’t work. Chunks were missing out of the plaster on several walls, the pointing above the porch is failing, some roof tiles need replacing, the gutters are blocked, one gutter leaks, the cover for the air outlet for the tumble drier was missing. The drain in the garden is broken and full of soil. The toilets didn’t flush properly, the lights in the kitchen and dining room didn’t work, and the electrical supply for the oven had to be repaired. There was a leak under the kitchen sink. One of the upstairs doors will not open without a good deal of persuasion when shut, as I discovered to my hilarious cost. The mechanisms of most of the door handles are missing. The garage door is broken. There were two conifers growing against the lounge window. The garden fence was missing panels. The paint on the ceilings is peeling. The bottom of the drive/road was so choked with leaves we didn’t initially even know there were foul water and meter covers there. The blind in one of the bedrooms fell off the wall the first time it was used. The airing cupboard door doesn’t open properly. Shall I go on? Probably not. And that’s before we’d painted the walls four times, put up shelves, hung any curtains, built any furniture, or done the usual things that people do, like go to work.

Still, it’s coming. The holy trinity of a dishwasher, a good oven and a bigger kitchen have opened up a whole new culinary adventure, we’re enjoying our newfound peace and privacy, and we adore the location. Woodpigeons sit in the trees opposite the house and serenade us with their gentle calls. Their latin name is columba palumbus (isn’t that wonderful?), but we mostly call them The Fat Chickens. They are occasionally joined by a red kite. There are quite often a few squirrels bouncing around in the branches too, and it turns out they’re especially entertaining when they’ve found a piece of fruitcake.

Some days I take a walk before work and it completely changes the way I slide into the day. Fresh air and seeing the sun come up with the animals and birds is such a joy. I saw a bullfinch for the first time, what a stunner. After twenty years in a town, this new life is heaven. Wanna see? Okay.

We’re right on the edge of the countryside…
I’m pretty sure there used to be a big ol’ oak tree there…
Yup. There she is.
Out of the murk comes the sun…and I’ve discovered a dry track to follow. Hoorah!
How can you not be glad to see a new day, fresh and full of possibility?
On the homeward path I discovered clumps of blooming snowdrops. Glorious.

I can’t wait to see what new life spring and summer will bring us. I’ll share my discoveries as they emerge. Watch this space 🙂

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