stories of our lives...

Once upon a time, there was a boy with a green thumb and a girl with no idea of his existence...

In 1989, the now-young man introduced the now-young lady to his humble piece of country living, complete with a charming (ok... "old") farmhouse (he'd learned her weak spot for historic buildings!). His quiet patience provided her the space in which to learn to appreciate the beauty hidden inside plywood walls, drafty windows, overgrown fields and a barn overflowing with stuff...

After the wedding, a child's arrival, a plunge into graduate school for the lady  and a modest home purchase within commutable distance to NY/NJ, the family began its weekend treks to the historic farmhouse, growing the garden and tearing down plywood and crumbling plaster.