My daughter calls it 'The Magic Door."
She knows it doesn't 'open,' and is confused by this at the moment,
so it's "The Magic Door."
Perhaps it opens us all to a world of enchantment.
O, the possibilities.
Is it where I've been hiding the last week and a half?
No, we've all been recovering from a bad case of the stomach flu over here,
each in a different capacity.
The sweet old door was found on the side of the road.
Someone purchased a steel one, and discarded the more charming one with the weekly trash.
We picked up this little old door and brought her home to dress her up.
She was actually quite heavy; she was a solid wood door.
With some added seating from the bunny bench to accompany her
(a birthday present from last year that I HAD TO HAVE),
she makes a great little backdrop for springtime photos.
Or anytime photos, really.
By the way, if you all have chickens...
...then you know how much they love to tear up your fresh mulch.
They love to investigate newly turned earth and will scratch it all out.
This landscaping is Mr. TP's handiwork.
We are quite happy with how it turned out.
My idea hatched and he executed.
Another oldie but a goodie saved from a landfill.
A rescued treasure, reused and restyled.