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Can You Go Home Without Seeing The Changes?
I’m not sure you can.
Can you go home again, as the Sugarland song says?
I’m not so sure.
This weekend we traveled back to the area where we’ve lived for the last twenty-three years until last June. We sold our primary residence and moved to our cabin on a small lake three hours away in Wisconsin’s Northwoods. We had not been back to the La Crosse area since August.
Immediately, we noticed changes.
Change #1
We went by our old house. The apple trees, all thirty of them, are now bare. If we had still been living there, we would have completed the processing of apples from the harvest. This included freezing, drying, making pies, and pressing cider. It’s the first year in 20 that we haven’t processed an apple harvest from our trees. It was missed.
To double the insult, a friend who lived up the road told us that they weren’t sure the “new people” who bought our house picked any of the apples. My husband thought they had because the new owner had sent him some photos of baked goods he had made with the apples. But there must have been a lot left on the trees because of this observation from our friend. We knew it was a good harvest year. This is sad.
