Yes, “she” is… the one hundred-year-old farmhouse we’ve called home for the past year. This home belongs to our dear friends. They are missionaries in Portugal at the moment, and we have the joy and fun of living here until they return. Not a stitch of this is ours- except maybe the chickens. We got them last spring- just two days old. We let the kids name them… Zoe, Delilah, Jay Z, Pollo Loco, Hella (Named by Bella- then age 2 1/2) and Fiona. The chickens have been a blast. They are the sweetest things. One of my favorite memories by far is watching Isabella march around the yard as the chickens follow after her in single file. She FINALLY has someone to boss around! Ha!
Below is the view coming up the driveway…those silly chickens always ready to greet us.
The middle picture below is on the way to the garden. It’s a sight to behold. Can you see the little tunnel through the shrubs? One of the best parts! The garden is definitely my happy place. My man and I love to spend time out there together. Our friends tease us relentlessly about what we actually do in there. And, no, we do NOT pretend to be Adam and Eve… as far as you know! Haha!
Irises and roses are my favorite flowers. If you stop by, you are guaranteed to leave with a bouquet!
And here’s that (What shall we call it? Unique?) piano in the yard. The one that inspired THIS post.
This place is definitely a diamond in the rough around here. I’ll give you a little tour of the backyard and inside the house, too. They’ve furnished the house with period pieces, and it feels sometimes like we live back in time!