Three years ago, when it was time to take down the old garage and build our new studio/barn, the problem was the beautiful forsythia growing at the corner of the old garage. For so many years it had helped us welcome spring back with its the bright yellow and beautiful…
We were sucker punched by winter last year and it’s not going to happen again this year – not this close to spring. There may not be anything I can do about the poor daffodils with their bright yellow heads pushed down in the snow, but I will not have…
Well, once again it’s that time of year when I seriously consider calling a medical professional about Danny. Last week, with zeal in his eyes he announced it was time to trim the front rose hedge. “Fine” I said, “just don’t gnash your teeth again this year while doing it,…
After staying way, way to long at the fair, we have finally replaced Danny’s Neptune painting with his new mounted drawing. The landing in the guest suite provides a perfect venue for displaying art – a good thing too because Danny is on a roll – he’s already started the…
Because the house and inn are bereft of any hanging art whatsoever, I have been systematically wearing Danny into submission with my constant nagging and he has agreed to start committing more time to drawings and painting. The truth be told, it’s not his fault; every time he finishes one…
Someone once said that floors are the eyes to the window of the soul of a home. That person was an idiot and led a life of obscurity; I just thought I would bring it up. Now that we are living the life of artists in the barn loft, it…
