In the beginning dream stages of this process, our minds were open and possibilities were limitless. Would we buy an already existing house? Would we build our own? We knew a few things: we needed space for our boys to explore and roam. And we needed trees.
Husband wanted at least 10 acres. He wants to be able to have a few cows and horses, and he wants to be able to hunt on our land (in our area of Texas you must have 10 acres to hunt with a gun). I would have been happy with much less space- 2 or 3 acres or so- but the more the merrier as long as we can afford it.
Our decision was made for us when we took a car ride the day after a huge rainstorm. We passed a sign on some land in a really pretty area, and fell in love. At just over 10 acres scattered with huge, hundred-year-old live oak trees, it was perfect. We made a offer and, if all goes as planned, we should be closing on the land the first week of December.
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| We had had some serious rain. Husband had to bust out the work boots to cross the ditch to the flyer. Sacrificing for the team. |
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| Tank, well pump, and meter pole |
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| Our 3-year-old and a big ol' oak tree |
