The first frost has turned leaves white.  We were hoping to be up on the hill by now.  Settled in and cozy by the fire.  But we are still waiting. This has been the year of waiting.  I have been up at the house a few times - to run the water so the well doesn't become stagnant.  The house if friendly and waiting patiently for us to occupy it.  The land is becoming wild with no daily movement and tending.  I will go up daily until we close. The house, the land and I - we are getting to know each other little by little.