Welcome to the farm!!!

It's almost ours. We need to go through the inspection and of course there's the handing over of funds and body parts and we also promised our first born grandchild. But you know what? It's totally worth it, who needs their right arm anyway?   Let's take a look around the place.  Come down the circle drive through the big shade trees..
Here's the one story barn and Rechelle giving me the okay to purchase this little spot of heavenly bliss.
Who wants corn for dinner?  When you climb up in the tree fort you can see Mount Oread.  For those of you that aren't Jayhawks, well, I'm sorry I can't explain it any further than that.  The fella gazing out into the beautiful pasture is my realtor, Randy.  Dandy Randy the realtor.  I like to call him Rrrrrrranday, with a nice long Spanish roll of the rrrrrr.
Hoops?  Anyone?  Listen, you can't live in a place where buildings are named after the man that created basketball and not have a basketball court, no, you can't, it's a regular feature on every home.
Thank you all for your kind words and the prayers that were said.  It's nice to know there's people that care if we have a home.  Tomorrow, I'll show you a little bit inside. 

Now, back to sorting through our stuff and deciding what deserves to live in that sweet farmhouse.  If you live near me now and need "stuff"  I'm going to try to sell everything, even the chickens are up for grabs.