Our culture is too quick to dismiss the old things. We want shiny, we want new and for some reason I'll never understand we want it to be painted white (thanks Joanna Gaines!). But I like the old things. I'm fond of the weathered. I'm partial to the worn. I'm in love with the old... Continue Reading →
Junkin
It was time to go through the old junk pile. I saw it there toward the edge of the property when we first bought the house. Tucked in among the trees, it stuck out like an ugly wart when everything was winter-bare. But through the summer, when the branches were lush and the undergrowth was... Continue Reading →