Yesterday we bid farewell to our beautiful house, a one-of-a-kind 1964 Eicher designed by John Brooks Boyd that we lovingly restored. We put so much of ourselves into this house; it’s difficult to say goodbye. Of course, we’ll miss our Henrybuilt kitchen, but we’ll miss the privacy, quality of light, tall ceilings, tiny lizards sunning themselves each morning and our view of the mountains and foothills just as much, if not more.
We planted this vegetable garden knowing full well that some things wouldn’t be ready to harvest until after we were gone, but it’s killing me to leave the little lime and lemon trees that I planted in the courtyard; they both have fruit that’s not quite yet ready to pick.
But knowing that our labor of love is going to a couple who truly appreciates it makes the gut wrenching task of letting go that much easier, and to welcome them to their new home, we left a little housewarming gift.
As we took one last look around the house we love so much …
we noticed two hummingbirds feeding off the Lemon Bottlebrush flowers in the backyard,
and as we carried the very last box down to our car, the tell-tale sound of our resident quail (Chi – ca – go, Chi – ca – go) stopped us dead in our tracks and melted my heart.