The kids grew up on us. Imagine! Adjusting to an empty nest takes some time, but we all manage.
The big house where our kids grew up sure seemed empty with them gone. The rooms seemed to echo where before they were just noisy. The neighbourhood didn't even look the same. Our lives where changing, the nest was empty, and we didn't have to plan around the kids schedules. It seemed a natural progress to consider about getting that place in the country we had dreamed about.
After much thought, we made the decision to sell our family home in the city, and buy a home with some property in the country. Now that is a major lifestyle change. In fact I think it worthy of its own article: Country Living - Is it Right For You?
This has provided another learning curve. I'm not a gardener, but once we moved in and started clearing out the forest that had been allowed to move in, we discovered amongst other things, some rock gardens. I am currently on a mission to learn something about gardening. In the meantime, I have been pretty ruthless about pulling things out of there that look like they don't belong. The result looks good to my eyes, but what the heck do I know? As a result of all that weeding, we were able see the white picket fence. Only it wasn't so white.
As it turns out, my "White Picket Fence" is a bugger to keep white!
Like everything else I do, I am a messy painter. One reason the hubby does the inside work and leaves the outside painting for me. We got out an entire gallon of white paint, he made sure I wore some raggedy old clothes and left me to it. I managed to cover a few years of neglect on those old wooden fence posts, as well as the ground around them, and myself - pretty much from head to foot.
Getting my white picket fence was quite an accomplishment.