Red Cottage on the Corner

I am moving.  For the sixth time in nearly twelve years, boxes line the edges of my existence.   As I pack, I’m transported back to other moves…the move from small town girl to life on a farm.  After twenty years and a divorce, I moved with my son back to town.  Then came the great adventure of moving from northwest Ohio to Cape Cod Massachusetts.  I moved from a single home on the Cape to sharing a home before I moved back to Ohio.  Another move found me in yet another small town and now I’m moving once again, but somehow I doubt it will be my last move. For a lady who grew up in the same house in the same town and then lived in the same place for over 20 years of her adult life, I sure have been a wandering soul in the last few years. 

One of the remarkable things about each of the homes I’ve lived in, with one exception, is that they were all on a corner.  I wonder what it is about me and houses or cottages on corners.

So here I go again…the house I’m moving to is a charming red cottage that sits on a corner in what was once the tiniest of villages, but is now laughingly called a suburb of the county seat.  My family has a long history in this wee place and the roots of my children’s heritage runs deep through the rich, farming soil of this area.  As my daughter said, “It’s like coming home.”     

Right now mature trees shade the back yard and lightening bugs flash a welcome greeting.  There’s so much to look forward to…the woods across the street putting on a show of color when summer gives way to autumn, placing a pine wreath on the front door for the holidays, the lilac outside my window blooming in spring, and flowers….yes here I can grow all the flowers I want in beds, along the sidewalk, in the front and in the back.  There’s room to grow, to create, and to bloom. 

I painted the walls of my bedroom/office in the perfect color, dried hydrangea and you just know somewhere in that room there will be reminders and remembrances of Cape Cod.  I have plans to build a screen and cover it in wonderful fabric, sew roman shades with a little help from a friend, and place my photography in artful displays.   

There’s so much to love about this little house and much to do in the next two weeks.  I’ll pop in when I can, I’ll relax by visiting your blogs, reading your words, sighing over the photos and artistic endeavors, and try to comment when I can.