I had to share a photo.

My husband was at the house/farm we’ve got our offer in on, for the inspection yesterday.

During the inspection, they found this:

cookstove

I’ve drooled over these for over TWENTY years.

It would look absolutely beautiful restored, along with my hosier cabinet which has sadly been stored in our workshop the past few years while having the house on the market.

I love antiques.

When this photo suddenly appeared on my phone from my husband, during the time I knew he was at the farm for the inspection, I almost cried.

Fine, fine, I admit it. I did cry. I’m not one to shed tears easily, so it’s rather embarrassing…

So many things are uncertain in our lives right now.

Yet another potential buyer found fault with our property this week and put an offer in elsewhere. We’ve all been feeling very disheartened since that news, again. It’s so overwhelmingly difficult at times to keep our hopes up. This has been going on for a few years now. That’s a long time.

Yet, as things feel like they keep falling apart here in BC, over a 1000 miles away in Sask where my husband is, everything continues to seemingly be falling perfectly into place. The above surprise, was the only surprise during the inspection. So yet another item crossed off our list as we try to get ourselves moved over there.

So, we continue to hope that all is not lost.

We have a couple of weeks left to sell our property here before it begins to get too late.

Too late for the offer we put in, and too late to move ourselves, and our animals (mainly the horses), through the rockies. Winter is coming once again.

We have a couple of weeks before we really ‘need’ to worry.

Worry. Something I keep trying my very very best NOT to do.

So when I saw that photo, the old cookstove, the EXACT style I’ve alwasy admired, in such WONDERFUL condition, and even working, I had to fight tears, and I couldn’t help but think…
maybe, just maybe, this was yet another little piece falling into place?