Now this is not the end.
It is not even the beginning of the end.
But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
I love Churchill's quote. It resonates with me right now. This part of my life isn't the beginning of the end, it's simply the end of a beginning.
So here it is... the future homestead. You're looking at the spot where my little cottage and gated garden will soon sit. (If you follow the cottage link, check out "KC 936". That's it.) It's about four acres about eight miles out of a town about an hour from Freeman House. Out here you can see the stars. You can skip rocks on a pond. You can watch the deer and rabbits run. You can wander down the tree-lined county road for a mile and not pass a soul. This is my future home, and I'll build my cottage and its gardens with my own two hands.
I'm officially moved out of Freeman House. People came to the sale from all around - San Diego, Boston and Phoenix, even. Everything sold. I mean, almost everything. Couldn't believe it. I laughed and I cried and I hugged necks and patted backs. And when I drove away, I felt it: that it was the end of a beginning, but hardly the beginning of the end.
He hath made every thing beautiful in his time:
also he hath set the world in their heart,
so that no man can find out the work
that God maketh from the beginning to the end.