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(Mister Pottersblog down on the farm, an hour east of Ithaca)
My mom just called to tell me that they are going to try to sell the farm. 3 years ago, due to HORRIBLE winters (which are the norm in upstate NY--see pic above), health problems, and the fact that mid-70s leads to the age of 80, they bought a house in town, 17 miles from the farm, which is NEXT DOOR TO THE HOSPITAL. Seems like a good move, but then they couldn't bear to list the farm, so stayed there, for now.
But it is inevitable that 2 aging folks would prefer to leave the extremely remote country place with the driveway that is about a kilometer long (and often under several feet of snow) which is miles from the nearest village of 300 people, and 17 miles from town.
So, do I feel sad? Well, the place has not sold yet. But you can see that I have had fun there. I did not grow up on this land, I was living in Chicago and in my mid-20s when they moved there.
The place has:
-a river
-a creek and small waterfall
-huge hills, HUGE
-its own very clean pond, which is very good for swimming, boating, it is stocked with trout etc, and you don't have to share it with anybody
-a barn-with a brand new studio/apartment on the upper floor
-a garage
-a small A frame house
-a wood shed
-2 old outhouses
-a boat house
-about 33 acres of meadow for hay
-60 acres of woods with miles of trails
-old apple orchard
-old Christmas tree farm--they have gotten pretty tall though
-no neighbors---it is surrounded by 5000 acres of state forest, and more hills and rivers
-the tractor is only 5 years old and comes with a grader, bucket loader, grass cutter, huge snow blower, a trailer and is wicked good fun
I am not a woodsy person, and I could not afford to buy the place, heck, I couldn't even afford the yearly tax bill! But, you know, things change, so I will say my goodbyes.
And it hasn't sold QUITE yet.