Portrait of Love: Buzz, grandson Isaac, and Karin
My life in this fine old farmhouse began several years ago, my arrival another chapter in its long history. I am not the first, nor will I be last to be sheltered by its walls or comforted by its presence.
The first time I entered The Peach Palace, I was greeted by a door plaque that spoke volumes about the couple who placed it there: ENTREE DES ARTISTES. Even before I knew Buzz and Karin, their presence in the house was felt, their love palpable, their family life rich.
A lot can be wrong with a 100-year-old farmhouse, but a lot can be right, too. Their simple Victorian glowed with a patina of joy. Every room felt like a treasure box of memories, every window shared light as drawn from the outdoors and as illuminated from within. I was smitten, first with the house and then with the family who brought it to life.
On November 16, Buzz Brusletten passed away peacefully at his home, following a period of declining health. We will missed him terribly, his gentle soul, his passion for music, his quiet humor, and his kind nature.
I’m grateful to have the gift of living in a place where his memory lingers. The trellises he built will still welcome summer vines. The bathhouse will still echo the hours of music lessons learned there. The painting he gave me will always brighten my walls and honor my orchard. His afternoons of reading by the fireplace will be re-called when I sit down to read and warm my feet, and the trees he planted will still call for my rake when the time is right.
And perhaps most telling of all, is now when I walk through the door that announces ENTREE DES ARTISTES, I will recall one artist who never really left.
Buzz painted a future day for my young peach trees, a harvest as bountiful as his spirit.