In which we paint whitewash and step back to enjoy our work.
In which we lay on the last coats of lime plaster, and breathe a sigh of relief.
In which our straw bale walls become plaster walls
In which small carpentry jobs and big life philosophies are discussed.
December, 2017 I took a walk in the woods yesterday. The snow is ankle deep now and fluffy, the air cold enough to flush the cheeks but not cold enough to send me inside for cocoa. I followed deer trails and found the place three of them had slept last night–these were the ones whoContinue reading “Packing it in for the Winter”