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Here are our digs in the Fredericksburg area. Our cabin was built in 1861, almost the oldest building on the property. Not a lot has been changed to the building, we're pretty sure: there was a crack of sunlight at the corner inside Sue's bedroom, for example, and the window panes sure looked like period glass. Each of us girls got our own bedroom, and there was a full kitchen so that we didn't have to drive back and forth from town all the time. Mostly we sat on the front porch in rocking chairs reading, while a cat who came with the house sat sentinel. It was quite charming.
My favorite farm innovation here was the weighted gate. By attaching a chain with a weight from a stationary post to the hinge side of the swinging gate, it ensures the gate won't be left open. Brilliant!
And here I am waiting for someone to kiss under the mistletoe. There was gobs and gobs of the stuff on the property, but no one ever walked into my waiting embrace. Not even the resident donkey. Do you think I was being too forward?
