The Farmhouse
About the Farmhouse
Built in 1895, this Victorian farmhouse was originally built by the Carr family who lived under its roof for 72 years. It then passed to the Curtis family for the next 40 years and now, as of September of 2008, it is oh, so happily and gratefully owned by the Robinson family.
Situated on Main Street (Route 202) in the quiet village of Unity, Maine, the farmhouse sits on one and a half acres of green grass and tall trees. It’s the kind of soft green grass you loved to go barefoot in as a child.
It even has its own enchanted forest that a father so lovingly planted long ago to give his children a special place to play.
I’m told its always been a happy home and you can feel it as soon as you walk in the door. The rooms are bathed in natural white light; electric lights aren’t usually needed till evening. It’s a very peaceful home and you can feel yourself start to unwind immediately upon entering.
The Kitchen
It speaks of a slower time, a simpler time, a time when the children who lived there knew where the puddles of light would fall as the day progressed and who had the time to watch it walk across the floor.
The Dining Room
This lovely Victorian farmhouse is decorated true to its nearly 115 year old nature with mahogany and walnut wood throughout and maple in the kitchen. Even the pictures hanging on the walls would have been there if you had walked in 115 years ago. R. Atkinson Fox, Maxfield Parrish, Wallace Nutting, old masters and a scattering of oriental prints.
This past autumn we began putting in a raised bed garden in the side field on the original site of the original garden.
New garden from the second story porch
We have pretty ambitious plans for spring, to include the planting of blueberry bushes (high bush and low bush types), at least fifteen types of vegetables and a good smattering of various cutting flowers.
Our own raspberries from the garden
We will leave the existing raspberry bushes as their harvest this past fall was the sweetest, most succulent I have ever tasted. Ah, the garden never looks so perfect in all aspects as when it is viewed from the mind’s eye in winter!
