her able hands

So the building you see my Supah-Hott husband working on in the last post is our stilt house. It’s 10′ x 10′ and 8′ off the ground. The underneath will be enclosed with a ton of the windows we’ve collected in the barn (oh, how I welcome having that space for more practical storage, like straw!) and will be my sort-of greenhouse/garden shed. The upstairs will have a shed roof and should keep the teenager happily away from his bothersome toddler sister when he has friends over.

Here’s a long view shot taken of it from the safety of the porch during our tornado weather last week. See how the treeline is turning pink-purple where the sugar maples are budding out? That makes me happy.

Tyler really wanted to put it in a tree, but alas all of our trees are under 40 years old and couldn’t take the load. Besides we’re looking for multi-purpose.

It will have a second (3rd) floor loft for sleeping, real windows, insulation, and a door that closes. Anybody who wants to spend the night listening to all of the nocturnal creatures is welcome to come and sleep there. Tyler and his buddy B. built a brick, circular firepit, that’s all overgrown with alfalfa and grass. Hopefully next year we’ll begin digging the pond to the left of the building. We’ll also set barrels to catch the rain and Tyler can use that to water the magical garden he’s planning for out there.

We think about moving a lot because we spend so much time driving, but when I look at what we’re doing, and how much space we have to do it in, I think I must be nuts to want to leave. That thought probably won’t stop me from picking up the latest Harmon Homes when I grocery shop on Friday, but it’s good to remind myself that where I’m at is good enough.

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