We only have nine rooms so that's a third of the house invaded by the little tormentors. This is not the first time we have seen them and I am sure it won't be the last, despite trying to fill every crack in our baseboards with caulking.
I was wondering if it had been such a good idea to buy a house almost 40 years old at the time, that had been cut into two pieces and then driven up a series of winding roads to find its final resting place, in the middle of the foothills, at the bottom of a hill that backs up to the Sierra National Forest.
But we did, and despite all the critters I love it. We all love it.
At times I imagine all this house has seen. We don't know where it was located before it was moved here but I imagine all the people who lived and passed through the house before it became ours. I think one might still be here.
And when I look around at all the little corners of our home, with our things filling every room, the kids running amok, and all the work my husband has done outside to make it ours, I appreciate it more.
Take a look around.
We had a problem with gophers eating almost everything we were planting in our garden so we decided to try container gardening. Seems silly when you are on five acres but no more gophers!
A while back I read this saying supposedly coined during the Great Depression,
"Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without."
We try to live like that.
So instead of buying a bunch of wood to make new containers we reused what we could find.
The old bathtub we found at a yard sale for free:
The cabinets that once hung on the walls of our kitchen;
We even gave the kids their own container garden in an old Little Tikes toddler racing car bed frame:
The mortar and pestle, or molcajete as I have always known it, belonged to my grandmother.
I miss her.
Not that I believe in ghosts but it's still weird.
And during the daytime, I KNOW I am being watched.
The sign says it all, no?