Hope you all had a swell weekend. The weather here in Maine was GORGEOUS! We spent the better part of 2 days RAKING
JUMPING
PRUNING
and BUILDING
Today’s forecast? An unseasonably balmy 64 degrees. No time for chitchat! There’s more yard work to be done.
And swirls. Gilded geometric patterns. Trees sprouting from the minds of men long gone. Welcome to the third *wall* post of the week. It couldn’t be helped.
Like these forms, my husband & I have fallen into a pattern – not of shapes or colors, but of morning conferences. Once the kids are off to school, we commune w/ the house & each other, laying out plans for the day (and ensuing days to come). We were up in the attic an hour ago, when we came upon this cache of wallpaper. Hidden beneath all that wood! In the bottom of a cooper’s barrel. We were searching for trim for the dining room. The former owner – God bless him- was a collector, and saved every scrap we’d need. They’re flaking, still w/ the hand forged nails of the Georgian period. We’re not sure where each of them goes, but thankfully the peeling paint matches, and piece by piece the puzzle takes shape and the picture begins to emerge.
Today we’re going to continue the wall theme — w/ a tribute to Dole House graffiti. A mixture of old & new.
Upstairs in the attic, scrawled on the chimney plaster. And on the attic beams.
Downstairs in the keeping room.
And in the kitchen.
Downstairs in the basement there are signs.
And yesterday – in addition to the dead rodent, I found writing behind the wall.
