Good morning from the Freeman House dining room, where the sun has finally decided to show herself. It's been gray and cold here since I've come home, and I'm thrilled to see the old girl slip her golden morning magic through the cracks and windows. Where have you been, dear? We've missed you.
The dining room is doubling as an indoor potting shed today. It's too cold to be out but seeds won't usually jump in dirt and sprout themselves. Soil and spades and seeds on the floor and table? Oh my. My Mother would strongly disapprove. If you'd told me that one day I'd have a rambling old house to scatter organic soil in as I pleased, I would have been incredulous. And horrified. But mostly incredulous. I love this old place.
Along that line, some exciting things happened here yesterday. BIG THINGS. Lovely, lovely, happy things. Let's just say that Freeman House is expanding. In square footage and online! Remember the new blog/website I mentioned? I hope you'll love it as much as I do. And can you say Freeman House Cottage? (Excuse me while I do a little dance.) We're making room for guests and gardens. Think homemade cookies and lavender lemonade. Country sky star gazing. Porch-side knitting classes. Line-dried, quilt-covered beds. Herb gardens. A library. Fences threaded with tangles of roses. Old bicycles and creek-side trails.
Yep. You love it. Almost as much as I do. It's thrilling around here, I'm telling you. Even the sun's emerged to check it out....