easy like Sunday morning…

This Sunday morning I awoke to an easy, pleasant 67 degrees in Fayetteville. Fall sits just over the mountainside, only a few weeks away. Although we haven’t officially moved the bulk of our belongings from Dallas (that will happen in a few weeks too), we have moved enough things that I can settle in and begin enjoying our peaceful new home.

Peaceful in part because we have no television. Yet.

I brought a few plants from my Dallas kitchen windowsill. They seem to love their new sunny spot.

a sunny spot

I’ve met lots of neighbors already including my next door neighbor who drinks wine on her front porch:)

And she gardens.

So far, so good.

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

Easy Like Sunday Morning, Phil Vassar


We have a cistern!

Yesterday while the dogs explored their new backyard, I tackled this side bed filled with bedraggled lamb’s ear. It had been days since I’d done any gardening. Believe me, I needed it.

my lamb's ear needs help!

After pulling parched leaves from this section of bed, I gave it a long soaking. But not with just any old city water. Water from our very own cistern!

Yes, underneath the back porch, a 3,500 gallon cistern collects rainwater. The cistern is original to the home (built in 1876) and was restored by the prior owners. They even capped it with this antique water cover brought back from New Orleans.

our new house has a cistern!

This cistern is one of my favorite things about the house.

Maybe it’s my imagination, but after only one watering and a good night’s sleep, I think the lamb’s ear already looks better.

Lamb's Ear

What do you think?

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

“Water is the driving force in nature.”
― Leonardo da Vinci


miles to go

Over the past few days and nights, I haven’t had one moment to scribble out anything other than to-do lists, and that’s okay because John and I have accomplished quite a bit. Our things won’t arrive from Dallas for several weeks (because I haven’t packed the first box), so I’m hanging out in our new home, sleeping on a mattress on the floor, sitting in old leather chairs that desperately need to be re-worked (but I like the battered feel of them), and unpacking kitchen items moved from our tiny house down the street (that will soon become a rental). I am basically excited, overwhelmed, astonished that we are really making this happen.

And we are all exhausted. Miles to go before I sleep and all that.

exhausted Lucy

exhausted Lucy, exhausted chair

But mainly I am excited.

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.