My musings from where we found it..........
The lilacs and wild cranberry bloom in the hedgerow...
along the gravel road...
Stones of the old foundation still lay stoically...
where they were carefully placed many long years ago...
The meadow blooms with rockets...
infusing the air with their clove-like spicy-ness...
...the bees buzz as they go about their routine...
as they always have...
happy and eager to light on every petal...
... the outlines of all the buildings still visible...
if you look carefully...
recognizing the squared off wild raspberry patches...
...and the air so warm... so quiet... so comforting...
we feel we could lie down where we stand...
and fall into a deep restful slumber...
with the meadow rising above our heads...
like a perfect little room...
This old door came from the same old tumble down house we found our
little door at.
I always imagined the old property appeared like
this homestead from the placement of the stone foundations...
...detail of the patina of the old tongue and groove boards... and the old blue paint caught in the crevices and under where the old door handle used to be...
.... no peeking though... the holes are covered by the hinges on the other side... I like to retain the history of the door by allowing the place where the handle use to be... to still be visible... to show its life...
...when we came across old beams we tried to put them to good use too... many old adze cuts are still visible and invite you to touch them... to remember a time when we all had to physically work so much harder than we do today... in our modern world...
The view from the sewing room side... of the old door...
...originally the door did not have the angles cut at the top... it was a sacrifice, we and it had to make to allow it to fit...
then to fill in the upper triangle of the frame casing... we found some beautiful patterned translucent glass ...
The view from the little bathroom side of the old door... on the second floor... under the slanted ceiling... painted white to help bounce the light...
... that side had been in bad shape anyway so the paint only improved it... I am not a person afraid to apply paint to wood, as we had to... to bring any semblance of harmony to the many, many old salvaged door and window moldings and casings from the multitude of delinquent structures we salvaged from and lugged home... I must say... it made them smell much better too!!
... with door open... a glance through the threshold from the little bathroom looking out to the sewing room... with mending, piling up on my stool...
This bathroom is totally an inside room... no walls are part of the exterior of the house... so we made windows and openings from which light can enter... so it feels light even when the doors are shut...
Later on in a further post I will show the other features of this little room... it has 2 doors and a special small arched window with 2 tiny doors on it that John painstakingly made from salvaged wainscoting and planks...
...it is another favourite of mine...
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Bachelor's Buttons
Fragrant Yellow Lily
Fragrant Purple Iris
Hens and Chicks
Pink Yarrow
Ladys Mantle
Everblooming Bleeding Heart
Veronica
Perennial Sunflower... just beginning to open...
Columbine
Lovage
Onion Chives
Weigela
Siberian Iris
Spurge
Lilac
Creeping Thyme
Yellow Iris
Wild White Clover
Pink Lady's Slipper
