I am one for exaggerating to drive a point home, but really — this was too many beetles to count and they just. kept. coming.
I have always been a touch jealous of Felix’s room, both in this house and in our old apartment. He has good taste, loves to mix colors and patterns, and has a penchant for displaying his most treasured possessions on his nightstand — never far from reach.
I started this blog as a way to track the progress on the garden, the house, and the adventures that Minnesota would bring us. I wanted to have documentation of our day-to-day with a bit more than what I would put on Instagram.
This is our home. We are not renting, passing through, or living here temporarily. Just as Aaron cares deeply about the land, what we plant, and how we grow everything, I care about every single nook and cranny in this house – and how they are filled.
What is now a charming-on-the-outside//gutted-on-the-inside structure was originally the outdoor kitchen for our house. For anyone who hasn’t been to Minnesota during the summer, it gets hot and excessively humid – enough to have the cook kicked out the front door in an effort to not make a hot-house even hotter while preparing dinner.
It’s been five days, and I still wake up every morning feeling like I am in a dream Airbnb (ignoring all of the boxes, of course).
And just like that, I knew I didn’t need to say another word. No explanation needed – with one sentence, he removed any and all doubt. I suppose that’s what friends are for.