Bought the farm.

We’ve died and have gone to pine tree heaven. There is nothing better than walking through rows of pine trees on a breezy spring day with the sun on your face and the scent of pine exploding in your nostrils. Well, maybe; I wouldn’t know. We did buy multiple acres of land that used to be home to a small Christmas tree farm and are intent on restoring it for that purpose. The house was built by the previous owner, and, despite it’s relatively young age, has the feel of an old farmhouse, full of quirks and due for some elbow grease.