Life & Death, with Flowers in-Between

 My previous post had me wondering why things felt too good to be true, and unfortunately, my gut feeling was correct.  The dream died hard and slowly but in it's place, a new hope. The sunny little house in the cornfields has been replaced with a shady little house on 3 acres of peaceful solitude.  I have not been able to shake the lingering doubt from the previous experience that it still may prove a fruitless venture, and the amount of money I will be left with at the end of the month is dismal, but...  Maybe I don't need as much as I think I do?  I have coworkers and family that are willing to help me get started, and I can slowly build from there.  I don't necessarily need windows that can open if I can sit in the shady patch under a magnolia tree and relax after a long day. I don't need furniture, despite my ex having two storage units full of unwanted stuff... ... I'll be fine. Just fine .

 Its the time of year where the corn, which seemed so stunted, suddenly rallies and seems to grow by feet overnight.  A week of rainstorms can be the difference between a sere baked field and a lush vista of green, too high to see the houses set back from the road, laid bare by the dry season. My July is that cornfield, suddenly catching its stride, giving hope for a good harvest where before, there was nothing but harrowed rows.  I have done so many things which seemed impossible before, leaving me exhausted and elated, all tied up in one prayerful hope that everything will turn out alright at the end. So far, everything has turned out alright.  The offer on the house was accepted, after some compromise.  The home inspection was a weight off my shoulders.  Some negotiation remains, as expected, but surprisingly, I have managed to materialize everything I need to come out of this financially stable and with the small means I need to get through the fall and...