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Rainy day jobs here at The Little Cottage in the Woods. Just me and clarinets and trombones and that swing beat coming out of my sound box in the barn. Just like my grandmas old stereo at our lake cottage when I was young. Only it was grandpa working; always until sundown. God I miss all of that.
May 4, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Rainy day jobs here at The Little Cottage in the Woods. Just me and clarinets and trombones and that swing beat coming out of my sound box in the barn. Just like my grandmas old stereo at our lake cottage when I was young. Only it was grandpa working; always until sundown. God I miss all of that.
Ms Margo is hysterical with the ice on the frog pond. She walks out to break the ice sheets then scoops them up in her mouth and crunches the chunks up like a sorority girl with a margarita. The freezing water didnt seem to bother her.
December 23, 2024 at 6:53 PM
Ms Margo is hysterical with the ice on the frog pond. She walks out to break the ice sheets then scoops them up in her mouth and crunches the chunks up like a sorority girl with a margarita. The freezing water didnt seem to bother her.
A warm-ish Mid-December day trying to get some down trees cut up. Fortunately, I have some help minding the saw while I drag the tops to a ravine. If she just had thumbs she could tighten the chain for me.
December 14, 2024 at 10:32 PM
A warm-ish Mid-December day trying to get some down trees cut up. Fortunately, I have some help minding the saw while I drag the tops to a ravine. If she just had thumbs she could tighten the chain for me.
A project I had being hanging on to for 50+ years. The plastic deer scene was a lamp shade beside my bed at our lake cottage in the 50’s. I remember it against the beautiful old shellacked knotty pine tongue and groove paneling. The frame I made from some black locust fence posts from 1980.
December 14, 2024 at 6:39 PM
A project I had being hanging on to for 50+ years. The plastic deer scene was a lamp shade beside my bed at our lake cottage in the 50’s. I remember it against the beautiful old shellacked knotty pine tongue and groove paneling. The frame I made from some black locust fence posts from 1980.
Just before sunset. Warm early winter day. The sound of the duck hunters getting to their spots; shortly followed by the shots. And then……quiet, peace, wine.
December 8, 2024 at 9:15 PM
Just before sunset. Warm early winter day. The sound of the duck hunters getting to their spots; shortly followed by the shots. And then……quiet, peace, wine.
December 8, 2024 at 1:26 AM
