The Day After The Storms...

Hickory Hill Farm Sunset

 

There were terrible storms around our state the day on Tuesday. A tornado landed about forty minutes south of us, trees and power lines came down, there were fires and damaged buildings. And, there was rain. Lots of rain. 

We lost power for two and a half hours, so Handsome and I brought out the battery-operated Ott lights, I lit Mom's antique oil lamp, and then made our dinner by their light. I love my gas range/oven, because we were able to cook even without electricity...just like when this house was young. We had a lovely meal, and stayed safe and dry within the walls of our farmhouse.

There were and are plenty of people sharing photographs of all the damage, and many friends are still without power. In typical Midwestern style, people pulled up their shirtsleeves and got busy with cleanup. We're saying prayers for all of them.

There's a comfort and calm that I get living in this home. I think about all the people it's cared for since the first occupants moved in. This farmhouse has withstood any manor of storms through the century of its life. I know that the foundation is sturdy and steadfast. The walls straight and true, and the roof will continue to keep us dry for the rest of our days...and then protect those we love who come after us. I've never been afraid one minute that we've lived here...even when I've been here alone. This home takes care of its people, and for that we're truly blessed.

 

I love this house. I trust its old bones.