Why does Miss Maudie feel the same way she does about her house's condition now?

Miss. Maudie's real love is for her flowers. The garden is her home. Thus, the place she sleeps is secondary.

“Always wanted a smaller house, Jem Finch. Gives me more yard. Just think, I’ll

have more room for my azaleas now!”

“You ain’t grievin‘, Miss Maudie?” I asked, surprised. Atticus said her house was

nearly all she had.

“Grieving, child? Why, I hated that old cow barn. Thought of settin‘ fire to it a

hundred times myself, except they’d lock me up.”

“But—”

“Don’t you worry about me, Jean Louise Finch. There are ways of doing things

you don’t know about. Why, I’ll build me a little house and take me a couple of

roomers and—gracious, I’ll have the finest yard in Alabama. Those

Bellingraths’ll look plain puny when I get started!”