Welcome, to the Land of the Laurels. Part Two.

Welcome, to the Land of the Laurels. Part Two.

Our Dearest Readers,

Below you will find ‘Part Two’ to our two part series of ‘Welcome, to the Land of the Laurels.’ I will not bother to summarize Part One for you. In comparison to our other blogs, it was very, very…very short. And it would not take you long to breeze through it again. If you choose to ignore Part One and delve straight into Part Two…I don’t blame you. That’s how I read a whole book series sometimes. Oh, hey…Star Wars anyone?

Part Two:

Upon returning home from their journey to that seemingly mystical place, they immediately began writing letters. Letters upon letters upon letters….They wrote to one property owner, and then to another…asking…wondering…if they would be willing to sell a portion of their lands to such a young, naïve couple.

Alas, their noble attempts came to no avail. Disheartened, they proceeded with their search for land in other wooded parts of the County of Perry. All the while, they kept the Land of the Laurels close to their hearts.

Days went by. Then weeks. Then months.

Finally, they had hope again. They had found a wooded piece of land in the great archives of Zillow.com, and immediately began to pursue it. It was landlocked, however, and would require a counsel with the lords of the surrounding properties. The young lass and lad rode out on their other, smaller, faithful steed, Sir Subaru BRZ, to deliver a letter beseeching one of the lords access to the locked land.

Welcome, to the Land of the Laurels. Part One.

Welcome, to the Land of the Laurels. Part One.

Our Dearest Readers,

If you need a decent (not a great, but a decent..) and happy and joyful bedtime story, we’ve got one for ya’ right here.

Actually, we not only have a bedtime story for this week, but this blog is Part One of a two part series. So, no worries! We’ve got you covered for next week, too. 

Ready? Remember, you’re the one who chose to click on this link…

Once Upon A Time…there lived a young lass and lad who lived in the County of Perry. The lass was Shelby, daughter of Lady Creative Carolyn and Lord Jerry Rigging Jeffrey. The lad was William, son of Lady Heartful Heather and Lord Bill the Builder.

The lass Shelby and lad William were happily married, and dwelled with the Lady Creative Carolyn and Lord Jerry Rigging Jeffrey as they began their life together. While living with the lass Shelby’s parents was wonderful, and they had a rather happily harmonious relationship, the young lad and lass craved for a home of their own.

They began their quest by looking through the great archives of Zillow.com. Their attempts proved to be futile. Hence, they began to travel near and far through the winding roads of the County of Perry. They peered up mountains, and trudged by streams. They scoured the land for a piece of forest they could claim as their own. Some roads were unheard of…and never before seen. Some…proved to be incredibly treacherous.

The most treacherous one of them all, was the drive leading to Paradise. The grooves ran so deep, the lad and lass could’ve sworn that grumbling trolls were responsible for such devastation. They dared not even take their faithful steed, Sir Chevy Colorado, up such a road. The poor thing would have broken an axle. Leaving their steed safely behind, the young lad and lass trekked up the drive upon their own two feet.

Looking For Land

Looking For Land

Dear Readers,

While William and I are getting pretty good at designing and constructing this home of ours in our heads, we do eventually need to actually build it on a real piece of land.

Hence, the looking.

It began with searching on Zillow. Then it proceeded to simply driving around our rural county looking for “For Sale” signs on either entirely untouched pieces of property, or on properties with dilapidated homes disintegrating into the earth.

No luck, not really.

After speaking with the matriarch and patriarch of the Aldrich Family, we discovered that they purchased their property by directly asking the owner if they were willing to sell.


Our hunt expanded ten fold as we began looking for beautiful pieces of untouched properties that weren’t for sale, but could be if we asked.