Let’s talk about WOOD.
C’mon baby light my fire.
The Dole House
The Birth of a Dining Room
Ask any parent. Once you have a baby, your life is not your own. As a mother, I understand this. And as a homeowner, I understand it all the more.
Five months ago, my husband & I adopted a baby. His name is The Dole House. And although 250 years old, he is every bit a clapboard clad toddler w/a perpetually leaky diaper. He whines, he cries. He begs to be changed. And much like our other babies, he has taken everything we’ve had to give and more. When we first moved in, I felt as if I’d been swallowed whole, and now, five months later, I am still being digested. Like parenthood, the process of restoring and updating such an old house is time intensive, financially draining, emotionally wrenching and physically demanding. It has consumed us completely, often to the point of near exhaustion. But, on occasion, much like parenthood, the moments of gut-busting angst give way to feelings of great accomplishment. Like now. As I present our new Dining Room.
40 turkeys in my backyard
A while back I posted about our Turkeys. WELL. Apparently wild turkeys LOVE snow. b/c right now it’s coming down in droves, and there are (I kid you not) FORTY wild turkeys in our backyard. How great is that?!
But here’s the trip. John just went out and – as well as scattering seed, left a big bowl of food in the middle of the yard. After all, these turkeys daily gorge themselves at our overflowing feeders. You’d think they’d delve right into a bowl, right? HAHAHHAHAHAHH!!
