I grew up with horses in the back yard. I got my first pony when I was nine, and from then until I went off to college, we always had a horse or two (or six) at home. My formerly non-horsey parents became experts at mucking stalls and making bran mashes. Horses were as much a part of our lives as breathing. I remember cold winter mornings, when my dad would come to the barn with me to help do chores, and breezy spring evenings when my mom and I would sit on the tack boxes in the aisle way after night check, listening to the horses munching on their hay. Every weekend was spent at a horse show or clinic. Family vacations and camping trips were things other people did. Horses were our lives, and we wouldn’t have had it any other way. And I’ve been waiting for over two decades to get back to that life.
Fast forward to a month ago. That’s when we spotted it on the internet. A nice little property, with what looked like some good fields, at a manageable price, in one of my very favourite parts of Nova Scotia – a little place called Elderbank, in the Musquodoboit Valley. Two days later, we went to see it. I think I spent about 10 minutes total looking at the house – just long enough to make sure it was livable. Then I headed out to the fields. Here’s what I found:
In an instant, I could imagine Sunny and Stella in this field. I could picture the fencing, the barn, the riding ring… everything. I’d been planning and dreaming and scheming for so long, and now, standing in this field, I could see it all. I knew we had to have this place.
The past four weeks have been a roller coaster. This hasn’t been an easy purchase. Things didn’t exactly go smoothly, and we had more than our fair share of moments when it seemed like the entire deal was doomed. There were certainly times when it would have been easier to give up. Just walk away. Look for another place. But then I’d close my eyes and remember standing at the top of that field on that sunny day in June, imagining my horses grazing contentedly together, and I knew we couldn’t give up. We had to keep going. They say nothing worth having ever comes easy, and now I know exactly what they mean.
We got a text message from our agent today. The deal was done. The sold sign had been put up. The property is ours. We close in three weeks. We did it. It just goes to show that good things don’t come to those who wait. Good things come to those who decide what they want, and never give up on it.
Welcome to Devonwood Farm.