Somehow, I was lucky enough to find and secure a home that is the smallest I've ever lived in, and probably my favorite place so far. We now live in a tiny guest house that is bigger than I expected when I first saw the ad on Craigslist. There's a koi pond and a huge yard and a washer & dryer and a full kitchen and so many things that I now consider luxuries.
As soon as we walked through the house, we knew we wanted it. The owner walked back in to ask what we thought. The first words that came out of my mouth were, "Please take the ad down!" Within two weeks, we were moving boxes in.
But of all the pleasant surprises in finding our tiny new home, my favorite bonus has been living across the street from an actual farm. The property has been around since the early 1920's, which makes it nearly a century old. The original owner's grandson now lives on the property with his wife. His daughter and grandchildren live in the original house built back ninety some years ago. They all live on 8 bountiful acres, along with some sheep, goats, ducks, pigs, and dogs.
And three days a week, the farm stand between the two homes opens up for business.
I wrote about them a few weeks ago. The first couple of weekends, I would run into or overhear visitors talk about the article I wrote. It was cool to see people show up from words I strung together. The farmer was thankful and gave me a nice break on the Aztec Fujis that my daughter and I love.
The crowds have grown since then. A couple of weeks ago, I noticed that they moved some things around and added signage for additional parking. I get a kick out of seeing those signs. It's a privilege to share the hidden gems in my neighborhood... but now, I have to make sure to get there early on the first day, or else I'll miss out on the first fruits!