One of life’s mysteries…why do the owners of the first picture, the carefree-lifestyle home, have the meticulously manicured home across the street, the second picture, for their view and vice-versa?
Walking around a small town while I was waiting for the brakes to be replaced is entertaining. Each house tells a story. All of the houses call out “I’m loved.” or “I’m someone’s home.”
This last picture is my tiny, tiny backyard on the alley in Richmond. End of summer, and I am sorry to see it go by so quickly. I’m making a Halloween cat for the shop front door tonight which is fitting since it is thundering and lightening here. It is supposed to clear tomorrow just long enough for me to go get apples from Hap’s Orchard.
I have so many interesting pieces in the shop now. Walnut, beadboard and oak kitchen cupboards from the turn of the century, a pie safe with pierced tin from Ohio, a tin-faced pine preserve cabinet and all sort of cozy home pieces.