We spent the afternoon at the New Bedlam Farm. A crew came to find the septic and drain it, and an inspector came to prowl through the house. He loved what he saw (and we found the septic). The house is dry, solid and well maintained. The most serious issues were the electrical ones and the roof. He loved the house as much as we did, and he dated it from 1840 and showed us the old well, right below the kitchen, where the family dropped a bucket into a hole to get water.

Maria put one of Florence’s blue dishes up on the windowsill, knowing I would find it. I am crazy about that woman. Photo album going up on Facebook.