Moving Out

March 14, 2007. The day after we closed on the house the moving van showed up to remove the previous owners belongings ( including over 200 huge rubbermaid containers). We negotiated to keep most of the furniture in the house, which was FABULOUS! Austin was a great help - he sat on the porch and kept up with the comings and goings of the day, and also had time to write a poem which perfectly describes how we feel about the house.

Leaves fall down from tall, aged oaks,

moving truck brings questions from folks.

Are ya'll coming or going? Are there things for sale?

But to us, it's not the furniture, it's the house that's the tale.

When you buy a house this old, many will ask "why?",

but it represents a way of life, a time that's since gone by.

Hospitality and charm, all the South has to give,

this is what this home is, and how we want to live.

As we scrub, clean and build, restoring Heath to her prime,

we're not just healing the surface, we're skipping back in time.

So when you see that soft green manor, and oaks so tall and twirled,

know that this is our retreat, from the busy life of the world.