The New Year started out great for us. January 2 was when the trouble started.
Last year was so good – hard, but exciting as we got married and settled into our newly acquired 1927 stone house in Harpers Ferry. I knew something had to go wrong before long, though. A fairytale life does not realistically extend ever after.
It was that darn spell of arctic cold that did a number on us. (And please don’t think I am equating our little drama with the recent true tragedies of families who have lost all their possessions and entire homes in mudslides, fires, floods, earthquakes, etc. Our thoughts and prayers are definitely with them!)
Last Tuesday I was de-Christmasing the parlor when I heard an unusual steady drumming sound. I followed the noise to the dining room where I discovered a stream of water gushing through our 1920s chandelier, cascading off the dining table, and seeping through our treasured, timeworn oak floorboards. Continue reading “Into Each Life a Little Rain…”