Let's move on.

That's what we did. I truly didn't understand what it meant and it was obvious that I didn't know anything when I left the farm. As far as I could see on the farm it was ours. In town it was a totally different subject. I could have never known what I was going to experience. I was ready.

My two brothers were in charge of me when we got to town. Waite Park at the time was very small, and from my Aunt Marie's to our new house, was only three blocks away. My brothers were riding two wheeler bikes and me, well, lets say it was a very small three wheeler. I was so proud of it.

On the way over, they just happened to lose me. Getting me to our new home wasn't a very important mission in their minds. The story goes that the police brought me home. What a great place, people who can give you a ride home, especially when I didn't know where I lived. We didn't have these guys on the farm. I'm sure I talked all the way home, how I got there is really a mystery because I hadn't been there before.

The home was only a basement home, that meant the top floor was not built yet. You don't see them these days. Anyway, this is what the house looked like after my parents built the top floor. It was wonderful and full of love.

God Bless those who travel through my little blog.

Carol

It was about the jeep, jeep, jeep.

I wanted to show you a few pictures of the move. Mostly the jeep being loaded. My dear friend took the pictures and it was cold and raining. So you need to look beyond the blurry. This is what took a trip IN the back of the truck, yes I said back of the truck.

I tried not to worry as we hit speed bumps and pot holes and saw the truck sway back and forth. I remembered the stack job the guys had done, just to get all of our belongings to South Carolina. The guys packed the truck from top to bottom, built shelves to handle all the stuff like bedding and furniture. What was the question asked when the unpacking was done...how did the jeep make it. So enjoy and remember, the jeep still rules.

The Girls View

Ah yes, the trip, well I have to say it was an experience. Mostly because when the guys were packing our things in what I called a "too small truck." I looked at my house and than the truck and doubted every box that went into it. However, I never looked in fears of seeing what they were doing. Alas it was done and the doors were closed. They accomplished all except for the plants. The new owners said they loved the plants and would take care of them.

Our trip was around 1200 miles, and all the way this is what I had to look at. I knew the words by heart. Timber and I were in the follow car. John by himself was driving the truck with the 42 inch flat screen beside him. I think he rather liked it. We used walkie talkies to communicate and remark about the beauty of the trees.

When we arrived I wanted to take a picture of the open truck, but as I am inexperienced at camera care, I couldn't find it. The funny thing was that it was in the glove compartment of the car. Humm maybe I'm better at camera care, just lacking in memory.

Have a great day I am.

And the process begins...

Wow, after five years you tend to forget what it takes to move. It has been a week and a half since we found out we're moving. In that time we have called everyone from the dentist, vet, to the post office. The list of details is endless. I once wrote about what my mom used to say when I began to feel overwhelmed. Here it is again to share with my friends. She would say, "How do you eat an elephant?" with a smile on her face that melted my heart, she would finish with"one bite at a time".

I have lived by that phrase most of my life. I would repeat it to myself and than I would just start, after a while I would be done with the project and feel so accomplished. Of course this project of moving is a taed bigger. But it works even if you don't finish in one day. Every box feels that much closer to the end. I pack up as much in one box and move it to the garage. Waiting patiently for October and its date to move arrives.

Moving and grooving

A New Chapter to be Written

To most of my friends and relatives our moving never surprises them. But for you, my virtual friends that is probably a shock.

When I started this Balsam Ponds by Design blog it was to introduce you to my greeting card business and yet I achieved something quite different. I introduced you to my life and the two souls who occupy it.

We are not travelers, we are creators. We love to make something beautiful, really striking. Sometimes by painting, planting or adding those small touches that will make it a home. Worthy of God's blessing. Balsam Ponds is not just a place it's us. It's the love we put into it. But it is now time to move on.

Both of us are excited for the buyers, they are truly in love with Balsam Ponds, and we are looking forward to adding more beauty to where ever we go. I hope you follow the events that will get us to our new house, which we will make home.

God Bless those who travel in and out of our lives.