Are you sure those aren’t poisonous?

A good portion of our acreage is this untouched overgrowth (eek). We have been trying to wrap our minds around some form of landscaping. Big ideas also require big budgets and big effort.


We see these tiny, red specks popping up everywhere. My husband, being from out here in the ‘country’ and more of a risk-taker, had no hesitation climbing right up to the bushes (I’d rather be prepared against things such as poison ivy and ticks).

A closer look revealed several wild black raspberry and wineberry (I had never heard of those before) bushes surrounding our little home! I won’t lie, my first response was… “Are you sure?” “You’re sure those are safe to eat?” “Are you sure those aren’t poisonous?” “How do you know they aren’t poison?”berries

He was sure, and I was delighted when he came back inside with a pile of juicy black raspberries! I’m more familiar with typical blackberries and don’t know if I’ve had a black raspberry before. They’re sweet little morsels and such a yummy treat on a summer day.


James 5:7-8 Be patient, therefore, brothers, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient about it, until it receives the early and the late rains. You also, be patient. Establish your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is at hand.

A neighbor stopped to chat while walking his dog and admitted he’s picked the berries in the years no one lived here. I laughed and told him he can still do that for being an honest man, and there will definitely be plenty more. Now that I know what they are, I am waiting to get out there and pick some myself as they ripen. I am so looking forward to eating these raspberries sitting in what will be our patio. I cannot avoid feeling grateful for such a blessing we have been given to enjoy and share with others in the midst of all the wild brush.



Welcome to Willow Creek Cottage

oursWe weren’t planning on buying a house. Only three months had passed since our wedding when we decided to casually check out some houses, and ended up putting in an offer. We went in low and were beat by another couple. Cue a big, fat reality check. You would think that we would reconsider buying, but now we wanted to find our first home. We had already envisioned our future Christmas mornings and elaborate renovations of making a house our own scribbled on napkins and scraps of paper. By mid-October, we found a traditional Cape with a ton of potential in our top location, only to have the deal fall through weeks before closing due to the appraisal.

peonyThe stress and emotions between negotiations, paperwork, the winter season, full-time jobs, and money lost on the process got the best of us. We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into at this point. With the added pressure of a lease renewal and stalking the MLS and Zillow 24/7, my husband sent me a listing of a house I had already seen and added to Trash weeks ago. The moment we heard the seller was going to pull the house off the market the day they received our offer, we knew this was providential. I’ll save you all the drama that followed (i.e. do NOT switch jobs when applying for a loan) and fast forward to the happy ending. That modern Saltbox nestled in a patch of woods at the bottom of a big hill is ours. I never could have imagined this. I’m a Jersey girl with an affection for vintage style. I don’t understand streets without streetlights or sides without sidewalks or neighborhoods without neighbors close enough that you basically live in each other’s homes.

Hosea 6:3 “Let us know; let us press on to know the Lord; His going out is sure as the dawn; He will come to us as the showers, as the spring rains that water the earth.”


The weekend before we closed on the house in March, a snowstorm came through and had us on our knees praying everything would finally work out. I totally get why the real estate market dips through winter. My husband was also away for the whole first week of our home ownership! But, the snow started melting, the air got warmer, and soon enough green was bursting everywhere. I’m still in awe that we actually did it. We are three months passed our move-in day, and feeling pretty settled.


We’ve had some funny moments (i.e. do NOT keep a lawnmower in your basement) and some frustrating moments (i.e. so. many. bugs.) and some real, sweet moments (i.e. watching a mama deer with her fawn from our back deck). I love stepping outside, hearing the small creek flowing, and seeing, smelling, discovering new things on our little piece of land in this big world.