Yesterday Bill mumbled that he hates our old farmhouse. Yes, my husband used the words “hate” and “farmhouse” in the same sentence.
Problems abound when one chooses to live in a structure that was built over two centuries ago. Rotted foundations. Falling walls held up by a turnbuckle. The list goes on. Even so, I have many reasons I’d choose to live nowhere else. DISCLOSURE: This post contains affiliate links. I’m a person of stories. I take them […]