Tuesday afternoon, I took Mom and headed to my brother Jay's house for a couple days. It's the perfect place to go and relax, listen to the quiet and be still.
I've always loved this old coop that sits along the garden. It houses some of his chickens.
Cheryl, his wife, quilts. He does too, in his special way. He calls this his "garden quilt". Every patch carefully placed, and as does hers, yields a bounty of beauty and practicality. He raises chickens for food, and eggs. Jay built the new coop this spring. The wood is over 100 year old barn wood, planed. He made the cedar shingles himself from logs on their property, nestled in the national forest , and also added a potting area for Chery. I'm so proud of him, if you haven't already, visit him at Willow Winds. He's an amazing artist in primitive skills and Native American ways of life. Truly an inspiration.
Doing A Little Painting On A Smaller Scale ...
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