a room with a view

Embarrassing to see I last posted in February.  This on-again off-again diary keeping started when I was a girl and loved a new diary only to fill it for a few days and then neglect it for months/years.  sigh. This time around February marked when I starting “doing” instead of “planning”.  Brian, my contractor, took some time in Florida and I took some time to get to know the inside of my sweet – now, very un-shack-like house.

The doing was mostly prep for painting: caulking, spackling, sanding.  And, deciding once and for all the color scheme for the interior.  Since my house is small with few rooms and a hall that all blend one into the other I decided that the color scheme should apply everywhere.  I visited Benjamin Moore often.  I consulted my sister Marie (thank you Ria!)  – whom I consider a color expert. I (we?) settled on Pink Damask for the walls and Simply White for the trim and woodwork.  A third color for the interior doors and window sashes was chosen – Halo – but now needs a tweak …more gray and brown will be added to offset the mossiness. The painting took time and was intense (I learned just how high 9 foot ceilings really are)  but looks beautiful and the color is such a subtle shade that all you see is the faintest blush.

hallway with bookcase

next to front door – old pine cupboard

The exposed wooden beams on the gable ends of the house, the dark bronze hardware and ceiling fans complement the creamy brightness of the walls and trim.

I moved in 3 weeks ago. There was no event that forced the move other than the feeling that it was time.  Sleeping in this house the first night was interesting.  I have lived alone for 12 years now and it suits me…but…I always lived in an apartment in a crowded city – and never felt truly alone. Here on this plot of land – even with the house so close to the road – there is a sense of isolation. Adjusting to it and feeling comfortable in it is a challenge…but such a good challenge.  This house makes me strong.

As dusk led to nighttime I realized that no covering on my bedroom windows was going to be a problem – the shades hadn’t been installed in time.  What to do? Hammer, nails, dropcloth curtains.

canvas drop cloth curtains

Other than monthly trips to NYC (thank you Suzy for letting me stay at your lovely apartment) for work and fun – my days are arranged according to weather.  The rainy ones keep me inside unpacking – arranging and organizing

a move isn’t complete without Bart

13 book boxes (not including cook books)

while the beautiful ones find me outside lugging rocks, mowing grass and planting roses.  I now have 6 rose bushes firmly established and look forward to their climbing and bushy habits filling in and spreading out beautiful pink roses in years to come.

lavender

new dawn rose

herbs by the front door

A strict row of root-bound lavender that I freed are growing and offering a subtle scent along the front of the house. I coerced my nephew Ivan and Sarah’s son Lucas to work on more small rock walls on the patio.  These two are animals!  (I say with a lot of love :)) They were moving boulders as though they were movie props. I love seeing form emerge and chaos turn to order. Yesterday, with an unexpected morning of beautiful weather, I mowed until my back hurt.  With memories of being laid up last summer – I cut my work short and applied ice.  I court patience these days… with heavy jobs reminding me to go slow and be thoughtful. Rome, they say, wasn’t built in a day.

 

odds and ends

How many posts can I write where I claim we are done building and cue up moving in?  3 more?  Okay.  I am a patient – no really (‘cuz I hear my friends and family say “huh? I don’t think so.”).  And one week more or less? – it’s all good.  So odds and ends will be mostly pics that describe what these final weeks look like…so, move your cursor over the photos to view my comments…enjoy.

stacks of flooring

new flooring in bedroom

color ideas for interior and exterior

new tile in the bathroom

flower break

a beautiful hall for a small house

wide pine floors

river in winter

new floors

beautiful ice tipped branches this morning

new floors before finishing

a possibility for the kitchen counters

my mom’s car – but we are in agreement!

the home stretch

Our neck of the woods got its first real snowfall with Jonas.  It howled, it blew, it left a very pretty white blanket.  But just 12 hours later found fluffy clouds scuttling across a backdrop of crystal blue sky.

Last week’s visit to the house finds drywall that’s been taped and mudded.

bedroom

living room – reminds me of the patterns found on African bark cloth (kinda)

Once dried it will be sanded and primed – inspected for any splotchy areas. The pine flooring will arrive soon to sit and acclimate for a week.  Cabinets have been ordered and next week I get to pick out stone for countertops.  After all my going on about how much stone I have -I plan to truck in more – and pay for it.  Everyday finds new ironies.

Sometimes the needs of finishing this house overwhelm my sense of environmental appropriateness.  The deck is stacked against the person who wants both: to use reclaimed materials AND be frugal. That doesn’t seem to make sense – does it?  What I am learning is recycled materials often need more trimming, modification or retrofitting – they need more time.  The do-it-yourselfer stands a better chance to make these ends meet. So…I settle on compromises to my aspirations. I wonder – should I have slowed down? Maybe with more time better choices might have wiggled free.  Hind sight.

Even before the snow the land had on its winter coat. The trees, deep brown spears against the slight backyard rise corralled by stone fences.

from the woods

Stones with green moss and lichen smoothing their craggy surfaces in shades from vibrant (shamrock! parakeet!) to muted (seaweed, olive).

moss

lichen

They are a relief in this rusty landscape. I have taken to reading garden supply catalogs (when did I turn into my mother? I ask…).  I know from my pitiful planting experience that the pictures found within promise something rarely seen in real life.  Or, maybe, time is the factor – years. But still…imagine: a New Dawn rambling, climbing pink rose making its way up the corner of the house before arching over the living room windows.

Mental gymnastics via armchair gardening.

the builder – part 1

I love the smell of construction.  It triggers childhood memories like few other scents (crayons or colored paper being a close second). I grew up with time marked by one building project after another.  My father, a Purdue University trained civil engineer and eventual naval architect,  was never happier than when knee deep in construction or designing at the drafting table. Building – whether houses, stores, offices or sailboats – was a constant until the very day he died.

building the store in Gary with my older sisters as helpers

building his boat in Mystic, CT

my dad in the middle of another project

The smell of freshly sawn wood, poured concrete or construction sand piles all zap me back to my childhood.  As kids we used to pick up all of the “coins” of metal that came from the electrical boxes and navigate the perimeter edge of the recently poured concrete basement after a torrential rainstorm made it a pond.  We played on the mountain of construction sand treating it like the world’s largest sandbox.

I think of my dad a lot as I work on this house.  My mom often says that my dad would have loved this project and been my steady guide during all of the design and construction choices.  My sister wonders if all of these “daddy” long leg spiders are here to remind me that my dad is present and watching. I like that notion.
I feel certain my dad would appreciate Brian, my contractor, very much.

 

During this past summer on cloudy, humid days that threatened rain and kept the job site quiet – I would just sit and look at the house and land.  I didn’t often get this chance since so much work was being done and I didn’t want to get in the way of progress. I learned it takes time to see with clear eyes, to notice details, patterns and connections.  It reminds me of when my babies were born and I could spend hours looking at them – getting to know them intimately by just holding them and watching carefully.  An exercise in being present if ever there was one.  This project triggers the memory of joy you get in giving or receiving that undivided attention.

fragment: new steps to patio

fragment: new entrance to house

fragment: new retaining wall

My drive home one summer day took me down some backroads – I am fortunate to have beautiful country roads to explore.  I decided to stop for whatever the local farm had to offer – fresh eggs, some garlic and early cherry tomatoes.  These beautiful creatures greeted me at the pasture gate – they were patiently waiting for garden scraps:

local farm

happy cow

waiting patiently

before and after

Often my pictures say it better than words.  This crazy warm weather has allowed me to spend far more time at the house working in the yard and kitchen garden than you should expect in December – some progress:

before: lots of summer growth to compost

plants left in place to compost

a covering of cardboard to stop regrowth in the spring

a top layer of compost

more compost

after: many (many!) wheelbarrow loads of compost

After the last wheel barrow full I stopped to photograph and noticed a hole in the compost – what?  Well, it seems that a family of something (mice, voles etc.) decided that my sheet mulch was the perfect combination of materials to create a winter home – take a look:

I must be doing something right if the locals are moving in already 🙂 I always intended for my garden to welcome the critters.

And yet even more unbelievably – the exterior of the house got painted in December!  I still have to paint the windows and trim – but the clapboards are safely tucked under 3 coats of solid stain.  True to form – I chose gray (I know, a world of color and I can’t seem to move past gray).  The trim will stay white and the front door will be red – in the end it will look like the clothes in my closet – ha!

Before: closing day in May

new walls, new roof

new windows

After: painted

Before: driveway view

new front door

front porch roughed in

After: painted with steps under construction

Before: back of the house

French doors

After: primer coat of paint

 

kitchen garden

early pic of stone wall enclosing kitchen garden – lining the driveway

The path to purchasing 90 Farmholme began as a search for land.  No more thinking, reading and pinning…let’s just see if I can grow something. I purposely didn’t search for a house because that would be a commitment (to the area and to settling down while I was still suffering NYC withdrawal). Well, we know how that went…

Since May all of my effort has gone into gutting and rebuilding the house.  It will be sweet when finished.  But the “getting my hands dirty with gardening” only started a few weeks ago.

I haven’t completely wasted the summer – the time was spent looking and thinking about this place.  Usually I want to act quickly on any project: “let’s jump in and do something”. Waiting and “marking time” as my dad would have suggested (he is sorely missed while working on all this) isn’t in my nature.  July brought the perfect solution to moving too quickly.  A bout of sciatic pain slowed me down enough to spend time thinking…not doing.  With all the possibilities I let my imagination go wild and created many designs. As it happens – it wasn’t until September that I started to consider the small patch off my driveway as the perfect starter plot. It has an old stone wall on 3 sides.  It is easily accessible from the driveway which borders it on one side. I can place my composting area in a spot that allows me to throw kitchen scraps and yard waste without a hike to the back 40.

I love this ariel view of the garden. It was taken by my contractor, Brian, when he was on the lift putting the clapboards on the house. What this picture shows is a beautiful but weed choked, thorny spot with a nice patch of poison ivy all with great southern exposure.

I share part of the enclosure with my neighbors. They are descendants of the Maine family (Elsie and Minnie are the grandmother and great-grandmother…a couple of self sufficient and independent women according to the stories) who once farmed most of this area. Elsie and Minnie lived in my house at one point – I found old letters addressed to each stuck in the walls and left in the attic. In the early 1900’s most of my 7 acres were pasture.  My neighbor told me the story of when a cow from those pastures wandered across Farmholme and was swallowed up in a quagmire masquerading as a pond – yikes! He also described my gorgeous boulder on the edge of the patio as a “blood rock”.

notice the gouge and darker rock on the left side

from the driveway with lilac

from the driveway – lilac removed

It seems that livestock would be tied down to posts drilled into the top of the rock.  A gouge on one side of the rock created a perfect spout for letting the slaughtered animal bleed out.  No part of the animal was wasted.  I know this is graphic but if I eat meat (and I do) I want to understand what an animal goes through to give me that gift. My sense is this was a more humane way to treat an animal than the feedlots and slaughter houses of commercial meat production today.

Back to the kitchen garden… I wasn’t sure how to slash down a summer’s worth of growth.  These plants are about 4-5 feet tall with woody stalks and most have thorns.  I didn’t know that thorns could come in so many sizes – there are some that are so fine you wouldn’t know they are thorns until they burrow under your skin.  And then – good luck extracting them.  I tried my weed whacker and lawn mower (to remove the weeds not the thorns under my skin!) without much success when my brother John suggested I try the electric hedge trimmer.  Ahhhhhh…cut a swath like buttah! I am composting in place and will smother these seed producers with a thick layer of cardboard.  I am going to learn just how big is 1000 sf.  Some progress:

looking north inside the garden – almost cleared

looking west to house

looking south – clearing in progress

So why call it a kitchen garden?  It is just what it sounds like.  This garden tends to be close to the house and in it you grow food stuff.  Herbs, vegetables, fruit etc.  My design will include a hedgerow as well.  A hedgerow (which sounds very Jane Austen) is a combination of trees and plants that are mutually beneficial while providing homes to animals and insects (the good kind).  Typically they are nut and fruit trees and bushes.  The combination makes an excellent border and can double as a fence of sorts all while providing something edible.

Goal before the snow flies: I hope to sheet mulch.  A glitch:  you need water to do that effectively and while I am now water rich it still remains 400 feet down in the ground until the pump and plumbing are in place.  I will do what I can and hope for the best.  I am learning to roll with the punches – it will happen as it happens .

fall back…

You might be thinking… “she’s moved – she went and finished the shack and got into the heap and moved!”  You might – what with all that quiet going on here on my end.  But no – it isn’t true. I would have written to let you know – complete with pictures of moving trucks and boxes and stuff. Also, did you think that the well saga or the French door conundrum or the patio retaining wall “oh! what a beauty!” would go without mention?…no word from me? Clearly, I have been derelict in my writing duties and  you know the longer it goes the harder it is to make it right.  I agonized – do I make an excuse? …do I just jump in like the writing gap never happened?  Or do I do this…

Where to start…first let me assure – things are coming along swimmingly.  With all this lovely weather a lot of the work has been outside.  So, let’s start with the well.  A nail biter. You see, if you rebuild a house and put in a septic and redo the driveway and create a patio and in the process move tons of rock you realize that no amount of success will matter without having…water.  Since I am in a rural area hooking up to municipal water isn’t an option.  Besides, I like the idea of having my own water source.  In theory.  Because even in the age of being able to see mega-light years into space well diggers still don’t know if they will hit water in any particular spot of land. Happy to dig a well just can’t promise that it will contain water. And — they charge by the foot. But the trucks and equipment are awesome. I wasn’t able to be there for the actual drilling – sigh – but was impressed with the rig:

big rig at dusk

everything necessary for drilling

wish I could have seen this in action

more rig

And so it began…we drilled 400 feet towards China and get only 1/2 pint of water a minute.  stfu! 1/2 pint?..what is that? a cup of water?… it’s pathetic, that is what it is.  Brian (again I bow to the man) knew to stop the process and regroup.  Time for plan B:  let’s put so much pressure on the area of the leak  – I mean 1/2 pint flow – that we blow out some rock and see if we can’t find a few more pints… I am happy to report we hit the motherlode.  We went past 7 gallons a minute!  To say I was happy is an understatement.

well cap

Water in my well….the reality makes me giddy. (picture: that is the well cap inside a mound of pulverized stone – amazing isn’t it??)

design inspiration

After that everything else is a piece of cake.  There are endless choices and decisions and since both builder and client have patience (lucky us 🙂 ) problems become interesting design challenges.  Take my French doors.  One of the many visions running through my designer’s mind has been of lovely French doors opening like welcoming arms out to my patio –

sandwiched panes

You would think – I know I did – that finding a set of French doors to fill the need would be a simple “let’s go shopping online” kind of task.  Not so fast.  And… if money were no object my Pinterest fueled daydream would be reality. Thinking we had found just the right doors – we ordered and we waited. The doors arrived and I came out to see the unveiling.  Brian gestured to the large wrapped doors and waited for my reaction.   My heart sank…what was with the “grills between the glass” look?  Now maybe you haven’t had much opportunity to consider how windows are divided. Let me educate you.  You can get “true divided light” which are the kind of window panes we have all known and seen forever – the individual panes of glass are puttied into a frame of wood.  Or you can get some version of “simulated” divided light.  One type has the grill on the inside and outside of the glass and this “sandwich” gives the appearance of true divided light but is more energy efficient.  My new windows  are this type of simulated divided light – and they are beauties – the “simulation” fools my eye (well, enough).  As a nod to the original colonial structure – late 1700’s – we chose 12 over 12 paned windows. They will not be fun to paint.  And I will be painting them.  I thank god there are only 8! Further more I am thankful that other than the two in the living room they are ground level – no ladders needed.

And then there are other types of simulated divided light – either “grills between the glass” or “snap on” grills – neither of which will fool you into believing they are true divided light.  The former is what was shipped with my new doors. Now, I don’t want you to look at your windows with all of this information buzzing through your brain and feel bad if you have these, I am sure they are lovely and work beautifully.  My problem is having a vision of which I am struggling to either achieve or let go…

French Doors without panes – tres belle!

And let go I did.  I decided that a set of doors without panes would work just as well and give a more unencumbered view of the back yard. I am pleased now that they are installed. (btw -those little white patches are for light fixtures – also imagine a window box under the bathroom window and brick steps down to the patio from each french door – lots of imaging still)

While we are on the patio let me brag on my nephew a bit.  Ivan (just 22 yesterday) took on the task of building a small but crucial retaining wall on my patio using stone that has been piling up for months.  My objective was that I not lose the 2 leveled patio thing I have going over the coming winter.  What I got was an awesome wall that I think surprised Ivan as much as anyone, but then design and craftsmanship runs in his blood.  It is a beauty:

one side of the wall

and the other

pretty plumb

Up next…the kitchen garden.