Choose the Right Tool

Found this perfect little hammer in the toolshed. The handle is hand-carved, probably a blacksmith tool? Don't know, but it'll serve as a metaphor for our work here. Because nothing can be forced here. We have to be careful, tapping away lightly.  We have to know when to push and when to wait. The desert is not our place. We didn't grow up here, we must respect what has been here before us. 
T has had this romantic idea that if we found a perfect place abroad, we could move there and our lives would be idyllic. Having lived abroad, I can safely say it's never easy living in a foreign place. My old blog, Kloe Among the Turks, tells the stories of my lives in Turkey. It was a tremendous experience. But if I got one thing done per day, I learned to be happy about it. 
So here we are, at the start of this huge, amazing project, to heal this desert property that has been badly treated, to deal with a city that is conservative in every way, to make our few dollars stretch, and to enjoy the journey. We are not young. How many years will it take, how much frustration? We have to be calm and not expect too much. We have to enjoy each day and weekend.
Thanks for reading this, we love to have you along for the ride. xox