It happened in the butler’s pantry. A hall-way space, and once upon a time when our house was first built, it was the kitchen. Now a brown cow supervises my every move. On a snowy day, I faced down that cow and got to making.
It happened in the butler’s pantry. A hall-way space, and once upon a time when our house was first built, it was the kitchen. Now a brown cow supervises my every move. On a snowy day, I faced down that cow and got to making.
I find eggs in unexpected places when the girls mischievously lay them outside their nesting box. Sometimes I put them in my pocket. Sometimes I forget that I put that egg in my pocket. Sometimes I get a drippy gooey surprise.
August 2017 just hasn’t been a very nice month. Seems a lot of folks have the same feeling and that maybe we can all breathe a little better now that we have put this mean month to bed.
Red Dirt Farm and Studio 