Townie

The Carpenter and I are about to be townies again. We’re packing up our life on the farm, we’ve re-homed all our feathered friends (honestly the hardest part of all), and we’re moving back to the town where we first landed in Wellington County 23 years ago.

Ushered in

I owe you an end to my story of how I met my Carpenter. I’m grateful to those of you that have read along these past two weeks. The feedback has been fun. So let me close this chapter for you.