Dissolution. A prettier word than divorce. The end is the same: the death of one way of life, the bumpy birth of another.
So, I'm no longer wife or partner in the DeVore's Land & Water Gardens business I helped build and fuel for 35 years. The farm and woods are no longer available to me. My wonderful large studio on the second floor of the house is no longer mine. All losses are worthy of grieving. It will take time.
Meanwhile, I have purchased a little house in Oxford. It is enough. It is a blank slate. I am in the process of making it mine. Moved in July 5. This summer has been spent on working with the interior and landscaping the yard, as I had to leave behind the landscape I had helped form on Hogue Rd.
It will be a while before I have a functional studio. In the meantime, creative energy is channeled into making this little house a home for me, and this bare little yard a sanctuary for me and my new cat, Tucker.
I always said that the first thing I'd do if John died was let the cat in. He's not dead, but "we" are. So Cat comes in. At last!
First, before pictures, including how the previous owner decorated and painted the rooms. Must change.
Next, the 'During' phase, interior: remove all cheap-o carpet. Discover old asbestos lino underneath. Company can't remove, so I must. Hence, beefy dust mask & scraper. Big job! Then, paint all walls, trim, & kitchen cabinets. But first, must scrape old paint off kitchen, as owner had painted latex over oil. So it was bubbling up. Another big job! Finally, new vinyl everywhere, enlarge closet in master bedroom/soon to be studio, and create/install faux tile in kitchen.