We viewed several properties today in Kentucky, all of which we had previewed on the internet. Of the five, three had been unihabited for a time and would require far more work on the houses than we want to undertake. Nothing so dismal as a cold and abandoned farmhouse. One of them I gave up with regrets--the land was appealing even on a grey and chilly day.
Tomorrow we will concentrate on properties with newer houses and less acreage. As I remind J. we have sold ourselves out of homes in Wyoming and must carry on here until we find an acceptable place.
We are enjoying the KY landscape as much as expected--it has reminders of our New England roots.
The day started a bit grumpily for me--I've ridden too many miles in two short a time after the days of disruption at home. As I slatted about our room this morning, rummaging through suitcases for clothes that didn't seem to be present, J. remarked, "Wouldn't you think the sun could shine and the grass be green and the birds singing after we have come such a long way?"
There are glimpses of emerging green, and I did hear birdsong. We have rented a comfortable room for the week and will continue the search.