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I've been having so much fun painting with acrylics in my journal...don't know why I haven't done this before, instead drawing or painting with watercolours and yet acrylics are my favorite media.  I think I'll add some writing to this page which includes the first three houses my husband and I bought at different stages in our marriage.  We are now in our fourth and it's been a record for us, going on nine years. 

Our first home in Winnipeg is where we lived when our first daughter was born, where we walked along the river with her and our first pooch, Phoebe (our pets have always been rescues so they tend to come with interesting names).  Though we lived in the city, our yard was massive, like a small park, and we found out that the home was the original farmhouse in the area with a couple of small additions added throughout the years.  It was only 1000 square feet and yet a family of ten had been raised in it during its time as a farmhouse.  It was quaint with beautiful features like French doors, bay and palladian windows.

Our second home was another old farmhouse, this time on an acreage outside the city near a small town whose name translated to 'Little Field'.  It was quite idyllic living there, an abundance of garden vegetables with cantaloupes that grew the size of basketballs and watermelons triple that.  It was where I learned to can tomatoes, pickles, salsa and jam.

Our third home was in Alberta, in Airdrie, named after a Scottish community and Gaelic for 'King's Heights'.  It looked like a tiny cottage, which I loved, but once inside it seemed to keep going.  Plus it was surrounded by Nose Creek and the park so we had plenty of wildlife around us...hawks, foxes, herons, mallards, muskrats, the occasional beaver...and our yard was massive.  Plus, this was where we had our second daughter.  Very special memories.

Now all that's left is to paint our current home...probably my favorite of the bunch.  I have noticed that each of our homes looked a bit like English cottages, which is interesting to me as I'm always drawn to British programming and design...over-stuffed leather chairs, book cases crammed with reading material, and over-grown gardens.  And here I've always believed I wanted to live in a log cabin.  Hmmm...very interesting.