The house is finally, finally done, and I spent a glorious day on the farm without worrying about what I wasn't doing to get the house ready for market. Kelsey and I got all the tomatoes and eggplant in the ground, prepped beds for the peppers and started hilling up the potatoes. It's amazing to see forward momentum again!
When I moved the ducks from my house to the farm a month ago, one of them disappeared. I've seen neither quack nor feather, so I assumed it had taken off for parts unknown and gotten eaten by something. We filled in the duck pond, took down the fence and duck house, cut back all the overgrown plants and put down pine straw where the ducks used to live.
Yesterday, the duck showed up. It wandered around for an hour or so, then disappeared again.
Selling a house is all about erasing my personality from the space. My awesome wildflower meadow front yard is gone. My pond is gone. All the cool colors inside have been replaced with "Agreeable Grey".
But that said, I have about zero chance of catching this duck... and I don't really want to. I like the idea that my mark on the house is this one random, phantom duck.