Can I Just Say “Farm For Sale!”

know, I know, I’m suppose to be talking “travel, sunshine, fun, hiking, friends, picnics, and so on.”  Well, I’m sticking with the topic but in a different setting.  I promise it’s just this once, but can you picture yourself living on an amazing farm with green rolling hills, grandkids wading in the creek searching for crawfish and salamanders?  A picnic in the sunshine up on top of the ridge where you can see forever and forever?  Saddling up one of the horses for a morning ride before friends arrive for a swim in the pool with drinks and dinner as you laugh and talk on the huge porch overlooking the fields?  Watching the fireflies rise as dusk settles in and as you tire, opening the french doors to let in the fresh spring air as you crawl into bed?

All this because we have a 100 acre farm that is absolutely amazing, but life has taken on a new direction for us and this beautiful place is waiting to bless a new family with all it holds.

I’m spilling all this because I know there is someone out there who is looking for our farm, their next home.  If YOU happen to know that person/persons, now you can tell them that they can contact us right here.  (Now how easy is that???)

I promise to be back on target with my next post, and thank you for letting me get this out of my system.  What would I do without you?

Smiling,

Leigh

A Painful Realization

“And, then the pain of realizing that everything about our boating changed last autumn, right before Clint winterized our sweet boat.”    – Leigh B. Butler, from yesterday’s blog Winterized Boredom

Yes, that realization was about to hit me right in the face yesterday morning as I went into my closet, reached past a summer shirt that brought the recall of so many wonderful adventures on Barefootin’ floating through my head.

BAM!!  I remembered.  I remembered with a great heaviness that when we clean up Barefootin’ this spring and ready her for new adventures, something huge will be missing.

See, a few years back, because of my Barefootin’ blog, we met 6 wonderful new friends.  Boating friends that became any-ole-time friends.  We spent weekends together on our boats, we spent weekends together at each others’ homes (spread out over 200 miles), we spent nights on each others’ boats.  We’ve  cooked and eaten breakfasts, lunches, and dinners together.  We’ve enjoyed many a happy hour together. We’ve  laughed, we’ve cried, and we’ve  laughed so hard that we cried. We’ve gone on boating adventures for days on end, we’ve swam, we’ve hiked.  We taken boating courses together (see Chattanooga Sail and Power Squadron). We have fallen in love with one another’s pets.  We have truly bonded.  We are friends for life.

But, you remember the BAM, right?  You ask, “So, why the BAM?”

Let me explain.  At the end of last summer the boating part of our lives began to change, not for one boat owner, but for all.  And, for all, in very different ways.  Out of our 5 boats (yes, one couple has 2), only 1 boat of the 5 remains where our friendships began.  Due to life changes, life dreams, and a bit of poor marina management (I am being kind here), we have all moved to new places.  Imagine took a 600 mile trip and has relocated to a new marina (the owners’ work and home sale demanding the new location), Fruition has taken on the adventure and dream of a lifetime and begun its journey (5,000 to 7,500 miles, depending on your chosen path) as “Loopers” (visit   American Great Loop Cruisers’ Association), Three Wire moved on up to a fancy marina in Chattanooga and Family Ties (their second boat) continues to hold down the fort at our old marina (someone has to keep us posted) and Barefootin’, the runt of the group, she has moved a bit closer to Chattanooga out of loyalty to friends (maybe I’ll explain that in another post…but, don’t hold your breath).

Our Beloved Boating Friends: Lower, Sue, Betsy, Laura, me - Top, Jim, Ken, Roger, and Clint

So, there is my pain laid out for all to see.  Yes, we’ll make new boating friends no doubt and, yes, life will go on.  But, as the 2012 boating season approaches, my heart aches at the sweet friends I will miss this year.  We will always figure out new ways to visit and laugh and cry together, no one can take that from us.  But, the days of waking early and climbing up on deck with that hot cup of coffee steaming and looking through the morning mist rising off the river, to see a beloved friend waving and lifting their cup to you across the way will be sorely missed.

Our happy group (minus Jim who's taking the photo) aboard Fruition - Clint, Roger, Sue, Laura, me, Betsy, and Ken

Winterized Boredom

Most boaters, and all of us boaters in Tennessee, know that when the leaves begin to turn orange, red, and gold, it’s time to think about winterizing the boat for the year (unless you are a livaboard, you lucky dog!).  I’m no expert on winterizing, I leave that to the Captain and I’m sure he’d prefer it stay that way.  One of those special times that I totally keep my nose out of his business and let him do it his way.  : )   —gee, am I really that bad??

So, as you can guess, me writing this little post in February, our Barefootin’ has been winterized now since around Thanksgiving.  Clint has gone to visit her on occasion, make sure the electric is working, she’s still afloat, to sweep a few leaves off her bow, you get the gist.  Me, I haven’t seen her in months.  And, for months, I can honestly say that I haven’t missed her, until this past week.

This past week suddenly had me pondering her, the sunshine and the wind blowing and forming my hair into webs of tangles.  I realized how I missed the trips to fun eating spots, the parks with long walking paths, swimming and splashing with Clint and the dogs.  And, then the pain of realizing that everything about our boating changed last autumn, right before Clint winterized our sweet boat.

…the Super Bowl is beginning…tomorrow I will explain my boating heartache.