Carol's
Yesterday I drove up to see Carol, one of our storytelling clan, in her amazing, multi-story converted barn outside of Boston.
Come in the front door, at the back, and into one of many living rooms on the huge first floor. Overhead are platforms and staircases leading to more floors and tucked-away rooms.
This is the sunken dining room, portraits and glass everywhere.
On up to another living room with a graceful Christmas tree.
The cozy den with wood stove where we sat and talked.
Outside the kitchen and under walkways leading from one room to another.
Imagine raising children here. She did, and they did swing from the rafters.
Here's Carol in her kitchen
surrounded by the most alluring array of pots, pans
and paraphernalia one could imagine.
Plus the surprise of discovering that one of the ovens was filled with crackers and pasta. "That oven doesn't work," said Carol. "I had to do something with it."
Then, on leaving, discovering this one round stone resting on a round stone table--from delicious abundance to delightful simplicity!
