Why do I want to move you might be wondering. Well first bear with me as I give you a little history as to why we ended up living where we do. Mr. P and I were in our 20's when we decided to build our home here on this little hill. We both were young but had given the idea much thought. Not a hasty decision. We built our dream home on the land where my parent's old homeplace once sat. My parents had built across the street. A family member lived next door and the house directly behind us was occupied by a wonderful couple around my parent's age. Swamp land was on the remaining side and there a house could not be built. Couldn't have ask for better neighbors. We knew as my parents grew older , we could care for them and stay in our home. Mr. P's parents lived a mile or so away, so this would work out great in years to come.
Fast forward 34 years, and the young couple who so thought we had our lives all planned out,,,,well we have found out there were many disappointments to be had. Our family members who lived next door sold many years ago. The older couple who was leaving their home to a son who would have been a wonderful owner.... the son passed away years before the parents from a massive heart attack. Both these properties became rental. Now don't get me wrong, I know some wonderful people who rent, actually some of my own family, but we have yet to get good neighbors. Both families that occupy the houses have stolen from us. Our plans were to be here until my parents passed away, sell both houses and we would move out to the country with land for the Mister. Well, my Dad dies, years later Mother goes to a nursing home, and because of her need to control , the house had to be sold.
Our neighborhood is definitely not what it use to be. I know none of our neighbors by name. I love my humble home, just wish I could pick it up and move it with me. And to make matters worse,,, we were sitting in the great room a few nights ago and I heard a car . I thougt it was out front. Mr. P. said it was the neighbors across the street coming in. But a few minutes later , I heard it speed off. It was not the neighbors. Which brings me to this post.
This is Mr. P's goldfish pond. Normally there would be 5 very large goldfish swimming in there happily. This little pond had been their home for 7 years. The mean folks in that car that night stole all 5 of our fish. There is a gas light out front and I have the lamp on the porch that burns until 3 a.m. in the morniing. Mr. P went out to get the paper the next morning and as he does every morning when he walks to the papter box he goes by and checks on the fish. All 5 of them were gone. This is the small waterfaull and creek that flows into the pond.
No, an animal did not get the fish. The Mister is pretty smart when it comes to wildlife and he said no racoon or heron could have gotten all 5. These were large fish. None of the rocks were out of place either, and no tracks. I just hope whoever got them , it was not just to be mean to those fish.. Hopefully they put them in a pond somewhere and did not dispose of them. Guess they needed them more than we did.
There will be more fish bought and we will once again start over. Not to be defeated here. So those of you who are looking for a new home, please consider your surroundings. Everything in life changes. Things we can't do anything about, we grow to accept. And that is what we are going to do. Try and make the best of a bad situation. We have a home full of love and we are blessed. But all is not bad. You know I don't like outside. That is Mr.P's love. But I did sneek out to take pictures of the pond and snapped a few of his flowers to share with you.
Nothing says the south like a big old Magnolia tree. We have a huge one out front. It was here when we built and we managed to save it. But if you have one, you can share in our dismay when those leaves shed during the year. But the blooms are so pretty. Did you know if you breathe on the blooms, they will turn yellow?
A pretty Hydranga. Hope I spelled that right. You know I don't know beans about flowers.
An angel wing begonia. Or so that is what the Mister said it was.
Two different kinds of lilies. Love the red one.
Even though this has been somewhat of a negative post, one can find beauty in everything. And to me these flowers are beautiful. The mister keeps me in blooms for the inside in the summer. Thank you Mister P. for your love of outdoors. Always heard opposites attract.
Hoping you are having sunshine in your days and flowers in your hearts this week. Until next time.
