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Okay, I'm stressed. I'll admit it. We've decided to move to town. We've lived in the country for ten years and have truly enjoyed it. We turned our little farm into a gorgeous paradise with flowering crabapple trees and lilacs and Nanking cherries and plums, an apple orchard and more rhubarb than we could ever eat, grapes come fall and asparagus in spring. We've worked endless hours on the house and outbuildings to make them beautiful. But with five kids and two increasingly busy careers, and many many trips to town for soccer games and tennis matches, we've decided that a new season has come upon the DePree clan, a season of deeper connection to the community that we love.

So, what is my stress about? you ask. Well we still haven't sold our little paradise. Have barely even had lookers. If only someone would come take a look we know they'd be as enamored as we are. So I'm learning a lesson about faith. If we build it they will come, right?

I'm praying! Believe me, I'm praying. In the mean time I'm reminding myself that when I'm seventy none of this will matter any more! Just getting there is the hard part.

So, if you know someone who's dying to move to the country, to have a quieter life where their children can experience the joys of raising horses and bunnies and cows and you can spend time in the garden drop me a line.