e have lots of wild roses all over the edges of our property. I call them brambles, but they are technically wild roses. For the most part the pricky roses and I get along, but today found Don and I outside cutting down the ones that are growing around our Catalpa tree. I managed to get pricked countless times – oh my aching body!
As we were finishing up, Don looked at the base of the tree and a piece of bark that was on the ground and had an idea.
Next thing I knew, we were drawing a little window and adding a stone doorknob.
I’m going to make a twig chair or bench that will sit just outside the door.
My husband has a wonderful sense of whimsy.