Fall in a Field, Easton - SOLD
After losing my second marriage, I found myself living in a home in Easton that I loved. Dating to 1850, there was no heat, so the three of us lived in one small corner of the house. The home was old, falling apart, and it never felt like mine, but the expanse that waited for me outside every morning was as home as I ever felt. The pond, the canopy of trees framing it, the waterfall. It was here, in nature, where I found myself in recovery again. Shipping is the responsibility of the buyer. All proceeds are directed to my children.
After losing my second marriage, I found myself living in a home in Easton that I loved. Dating to 1850, there was no heat, so the three of us lived in one small corner of the house. The home was old, falling apart, and it never felt like mine, but the expanse that waited for me outside every morning was as home as I ever felt. The pond, the canopy of trees framing it, the waterfall. It was here, in nature, where I found myself in recovery again. Shipping is the responsibility of the buyer. All proceeds are directed to my children.