Jenny: Appearances Matter

As I said in the last post, I bought this derelict cottage.  It was darling but it looked as run down as it was: leaves on the discolored roof, paint peeling off down to the wood, the yard wild and overgrown.  So one of the first things I did to both stabilize the house and signal to the neighbors that I cared about them was have the house painted and the grounds mowed and cleaned up and a new roof put on.  And I put out a welcome mat and put pots of daisies and mums next to the front door.  The inside was still moldy, but the outside said, “Somebody who lives here cares.”

That made perfect sense to me, so I don’t see why I never made the connection to my body. Continue reading