We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I like this place in semi-rural Warren, CT, in beautiful, sophisticated, and horsey Litchfield County. Mrs. BD has some friends there. Only 40 acres, but a pond, a stream, and an orchard. Plus a barn and outbuildings - things I can not live blissfully without. Look at the photos.
I would not take the ask price seriously, given CT and New England real estate right now. What the heck. I do not need anything but peace of mind wherever I am.
It looks wonderful and the 40 acres is what I had really wanted, now too old to maintain. I have gotten used to higher ceilings and those look dropped which is what they did in old farm houses sometimes to get rid of the cracked plaster at least in the mid west. A lot of light in the house and land to walk.
It looks wonderful and the 40 acres is what I had really wanted, now too old to maintain...land to walk.
My childhood NE home was on several acres, but surrounded by wilderness- woods, swamp, river. The nearest neighbors were a quarter mile away. Perpendicular to the road by our house, you could travel a mile or so in either direction before hitting another road. Though we didn't own 40 or 400 acres, we benefited by having neighbors who did. As a child I had PLENTY of land to walk in, though we didn't own it.
I have gotten used to higher ceilings and those look dropped which is what they did in old farm houses sometimes to get rid of the cracked plaster at least in the mid west.
A family friend who bought her parents' home in my NE hometown is now dealing with undoing a dropped ceiling in the kitchen. One discovery inside the ceiling was a receipt dating from the 1950s.
40 years ago, I said "To Hell with New England, I'm going to Texas." (apologies to US Rep. D. Crockett)
I now tell my Texas neighbors that if the country had been settled West-to-East, instead of the other way 'round, New England would be a National Park.
Can't fathom a place where the gentry both perfected American noblesse oblige and then effectively threw it away on the altar of "Progressivism" by effectively outlawing or taxing-out-of-existence jobs that can be done by the bottom half of a HS graduating class (and that's just the graduates!).
My New England/Ivy upbringing did leave me with ONE good thing, though: an thorough understanding of GLACIATION, and words like Scour, Erratic, and Terminus. In the geologic sense, of course.