Sunday, February 24, 2013

A home not a house.






I love this cottage.

For the past eight months it's been our home while our house is being rebuilt.

It may not be much to look at but todays standards, but it's done a wonderful job of keeping us safe from storms.

Over the last few years we've had numerous people stay here, both long and short time. It has a quaint, down to earth charm, even though, as one person put it, it's no bigger than a handkerchief.

I laughed at that description. What is one person's hankie is another person's mansion.

From the kitchen each morning I watch dogs sunning themselves while cows contentedly munch their morning breakfast. My husband chops wood on an old sawn-off log just to the left of the house. He then lights our Braemar and we wait patiently for the water to heat.

The kitchen has an old wood stove. It's great for helping to heat the house in winter, but too small to cook on. So we manage to do most of our cooking on our bbq.

During the warmer months, my son sleeps on a mattress on the lounge room floor where it's cooler. Our poodle/shih tzu cross, Daisy, thinks this is wonderful. She always manages to sneak along side him, scooting off the mattress when she hears our footsteps. She doesn't have us fooled though, it's only because she is so cute she gets away with her shenanigans.

A few weeks ago we had the doors to our bedroom fixed. The original French doors opened outwards onto a small patio, however they were old and most of the glass had fallen out. We searched in vain for doors to replace them and only just found them at one of those junk/renovation stores that have everything from nails to old wooden gates.

Before that we had to nail corrugated iron to the outside to try and stop the wind from whistling through and freezing us in winter. It didn't work. We learned very quickly that tracksuits really do help keep you warm under bedclothes!


All in all, it's been such a blessing to us. I'd much rather dwell in my rustic handkerchief with a loving husband and gorgeous son, than in a mansion where there is no love, only suspicion.

In thirteen weeks, this won't be our home any more. Our house should be rebuilt.

Then we hand the reigns over to my sister-in-law.

I'm sure she'll fill it with as much love as we have.





4 comments:

Rita Galieh said... [Reply to comment]

Wow, I don't think you'll get to read this Lee...I'm late as usual.

This is a lovely post. I could relate to it as we had to move many years ago when I thought my home was there for us for a lifetime. Anyway, the Lord led us to a temporary place that did the job while ours was being built. It was plain, but had a huge garage to hold our stuff. We lived there for a year and made many new friends at the local church. You must be thrilled to be so close to moving where you want to be in a brand new home. God bless you and your small family.

Caroline said... [Reply to comment]

What a lovely blog, Lee. I found you thru Pinterest when invited to follow. (followed several bds & pinned some). I noticed under books you love, you enjoy many suspenseful books (including the Bible!! :)) I wonder in I could invite you to check out my debut novel, The Redemption of Caralynne Hayman, which releases the last of September, 2013? (Pub: The Lighthouse of the Carolinas (ACFW approved); check Amazon for bk) It's a women's fic w/strong elements of suspense & romance about a cult, abuse, revenge and redemption. Hope Shining Through the Darkness.

Whether you do or not, bless you & hope to enjoy more of your pins in the future!

Gods Quilt said... [Reply to comment]

@Rita Galieh Thank you for your lovely words. I'm so glad you found new friends and made a new home for your family.

It is amazing how things work out, isn't it?

Gods Quilt said... [Reply to comment]

@Caroline Hi Caroline,

Thank you for stopping by. It's been a long time since I've blogged, so it was a sweet surprise to see you'd left a message for me.

I'd love to check out your debut novel. Thanks for sharing it with me!

Lee

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