Random Musings of a Frogged Mind

It’s a statement that has been used a lot this week so far, and it’s only Tuesday.  It seems so surreal that it’s mine … *ahem* …. OURS.  We spent the weekend there in our trailers busting our asses getting the work started and every once in a while I’d stop and grin because it’s ours.

Sheesh, I keep having to remind myself that it belongs to other people too.

These were taken with my iPad, so the quality isn’t fabulous, plus the giant ball of fire in the sky was so brilliant it was hard to get good pictures at all.

You can see in Mom’s pose (hey mom) that she is just so freakishly happy to be finally here.

All the land you see in the picture leading up to the far hill is ours.  I’d have taken a picture of my hill where my house will be built but the sunshine wouldn’t let me get a good one.

One of the things left there was this beauty of a green beast, our new mower.  There’s a second tractor that has no blade so we dropped the mowing mechanism right off and when it’s running we’ll use it as the toting beast.  They need names, yes?  My sweet babes piled in the trailer for the ride.

I think Dad needed a turn and then he proceeded to mow the entire ditch.  Of course when he saw us pull our cameras out he stopped to pose for us.

Dork runs in the family, what can I say?  And can anyone else see tractor races in our future?

I had to take this on the run because everyone scattered instead of remaining on the new tire swing, courtesy of Grampa/Dad.  Nothing says farm-kid-place like a tire swing on a gorgeous tree and a trampoline in the corral.  That row of trees beyond my beautiful daughter marks the road that enters the farm-house area off a private road that only services us and our one neighbour.  Ken met the husband at one point and last night we met the lovely wife.

We have to spend a lot of time going back and forth as we’re getting ready to build.  Lucky for us it’s a short 15 minute drive as the fuel wasted would be bothersome.  We’re having the services that are out there marked so we know where to dig our foundation, septic and water well so as to not blow anything up or electrocute anyone.  Last night we checked out where one service was marked and our neighbour, whom we hadn’t met at this point, came driving down the road mouthing ‘can I help you?’.  I was so thankful for a neighbour who smiled, stopped and wondered who the eff was on our land.  It made it feel like a community already.  We introduced ourselves and will exchange phone numbers when we’re there next.

It’s really remarkable that I own property.

Okay, WE, we own property.

Now the fun starts, but I’m ready dammit.