The Girlz and a remarkable story

  Great news – day 2 and not a chick has been lost.  I’ve named them… Arya, Sansa, Summer, Snow, Khaleesi and Cersei  (there’s one in every flock) –   They’re perky and chirpy and hungry and pooping an awful lot.  Occasionally they flutter/fly/sprint across the Christmas Tree Box they currently call home – all good signs for healthy chicks. 
     Cersei in my hands here is the loudest, with a wicked chirp and bossy attitude already. I hope she isn’t a he. 
     Pardon my allergy eyes – the past few weeks have been the worst my allergies have ever been, and the meds make me feel worse, so I’m winging it without.  Bleh.  Makes me look ancient and feel ancient.  Any allergy sufferers out there have tips on what helps?  I’m allergic to grass, pollen, mold, dust – and I live on a horse farm with hay fields in an old house with beams that are dusty – hahahahahaha…. it’s funny if it weren’t so.. itchy. 
Today  the sun is bright but the air still chilled… 
   It’s the kind of day where the dogs go out but come back in quickly enough because WIND!   After a quick squirrel hunt they much prefer their sun spots in the family room. 
   I let the grown-up girls free roam for most of today, and just brought them back to the coop before the hawks start circling the fields again.   They love to eat all the seed the birds and squirrels drop from the feeder… 
 When it’s time to bring them in, all I need to do is shake a can of cheerios or corn.. with my high annoying Here Chick Chicks voice –  , … and they come running. 
   If you’ve pondered having chickens in your backyard or farm, I haven’t yet met a person who dared to take it on and then regretted it.  They are truly delightful to have around, and the work is minimal compared to other farm animals.  There is the responsibility, of course, and you need to know how to properly care for them – many books on the subject – but it’s relatively easy and you don’t need a lot of space as long as they have the right living quarters and you feed and clean properly.  The fresh eggs are divine. 

 Are you a reader?  My mother gave me a great book for my birthday – a true story about a remarkable young woman, her memoir-  a link to a review of it HERE.   You won’t want to put it down until you’re through it. 
     
Till soon, friends –  

Gladys Taber and Stillmeadow Farm

 
    I love a good book and have read many over the years.  During spring and summer months here on the farm when the days are longer, I’m outside more than I’m in.  By the time we get into bed I fall asleep before I’ve turned eight pages of whatever’s on my nightstand.   When fall arrives and the days are shorter I start the hunt for good reading material.   We are not night owls up in this house. We rise around 5 a.m. just because we always have, and of course there are the dogs and horses and chickens to tend to.    Come autumn and winter when  the light bleeds out of the sky by 5 -ish and the temps are chilly at best, we hibernate in the man cave by the fire with some sport or another on the flatscreen  for him and a book for me.  The dogs are happy with this arrangement for they nestle among us in front of the fire and one or two on the bed when we hit the hay.

     I’m so disgusted by  our current political atmosphere that I have been seeking respite from all that blustery ego and dagger waggering crap… and I have found it in the wonderful books of Stillmeadow by a renown (but unknown to me till now)  author… Gladys Taber.   I discovered Gladys through another favorite author of mine – also a respite read if you are looking for upbeat home and heart warming stories, art, recipes and musings on life.  You can find Susan Branch’s wonderful blog and post about Gladys HERE.   If you click on the link, scroll down her post a little to find info and a tour of  Stillmeadow.

    A little info about Gladys – Born in 1899, died at the age of 81 at her Cape Cod home, she was the author of 59 books including the Stillmeadow series currently on my nightstand.  She was a columnist for Ladies Home Journal and Family Circle, had a bachelors degree from Wellesly, an M.A. from Lawrence College and taught creative writing at Columbia for years.  Gladys married Frank Taber and had one daughter, Constance. The young family lived in a small, dark apartment in NYC, but she and her childhood friend and NYC neighbor, Eleanor (Jill in the books) yearned for a simpler, cleaner life in the country to raise their children and beloved dogs, away from the smog and noise of the big city.

     After two years of searching NJ and CT for an affordable farm, the two families purchased the vintage 1690 Southbury, CT farmhouse for $30K  and soon found there was much work to be done as the home was dilapidated beyond what they had assumed upon purchase.  The women initially commuted on weekends, but within two years they decided to move permanently to the farmhouse.  For many years after, Gladys wrote of life at Stillmeadow.  It’s unclear what the role of the husbands were at the farm, they are not mentioned frequently in the books.  What I found out by doing some research is that Gladys eventually divorced and Eleanor’s (Jill’s) husband died of cancer at some point.  Gladys and Eleanor delighted in gardening, cooking, tending the old farmhouse, raising their children in the country and their beloved dogs  as well.  With her talent for writing, Gladys brings her readers along with her on their journey, these homesteading stories and recipes now treasured for generations.
 
     Sadly, Jill passed on in her 60’s of cancer and Gladys found herself engulfed in grief.  In one of her later books she shares with her readers the grieving experience and what she found helpful to cope with such a terrible loss.  The title of that book is Another Path – I just purchased it on Amazon (all books are now out of print but if you’re lucky, you can find them online or in a bookstore that carries out of print books).   The following are photos I’ve found online – hopefully it’s OK to share them here with you.  Then I’ll show you a few of my own.

Gladys as a young woman with one of her favorite cockers – 
Gladys in her element at Stillmeadow…  

with daughter Connie and favorite cocker,  named Especially Me.
Notice there’s a dog in every picture – 
part of the reason I love her so. 

The next three pictures are of the interior…
Photo Credit to Susan Branch, who’s link I placed
above will take you to a lovely description of her tour 
of the homestead.  
For all the fabulous cooking Gladys put forth over the years,
 her kitchen was tiny! As Susan B. said on her blog…
it’s a one-butt kitchen

Books and more books in every room

The main hearth, which you can see  hasn’t changed much.
Gladys did some fine cooking on cold winter days over that fire… 

 Below Susan Branch in 2014 at the front of the house, which can’t be seen from the road.

Gladys had written that no one used the front door except the dogs and now that I’ve visited I understand why.  The front door is in the backyard.  The back of the house faces the road. 

Just a few of Gladys Taber’s many books… 

 Cookbook photos found on apronfreecooking.com
 I’ve had great success finding old books on Amazon –  Below is my current GT collection
And this is what I love about books, why I won’t buy a kindle – they are something you hold in your hands, share with others, they are an heirloom, a piece of history in and of themselves. They are concrete, not a file on a gadget.  I love the smell of books, the feel of books, the idea that they have been or will be enjoyed by many others before or after me.   Gladys’ “Another Path” ,  her very personal account of dealing with grief –  arrived in the mail the other day. I ordered it from a used book dealer on Amazon.  Inside was this note… 
  The book was published in 1963.  I googled Margaret Aylworth and only two things came up in the search that were relevant to that name.  

   This Margaret and her spouse lived in California.  The husband died in 1962.  His wife passed later in 1977.  Could this be the Margaret that bought the book I now have… as a birthday present to herself, possibly to help her grieve the loss of her husband?   
So… 

    Yesterday, the Mr. and I took a ride to Stillmeadow Farm. I was thrilled to learn it was just over an hour’s ride from This Old House.  While the home is not open to the public, it’s still owned by Gladys’ granddaughter.  Amazingly,  it’s reported she has kept it just as if Gladys had stepped out to run some errands. The Land Trust of Southbury has been working with the Taber family to help them keep the homestead.  The farm once consisted of over 40 acres, but the Southbury Land Trust has bought some of it to include in their parcel right across and surrounding Stillmeadow Farm.  One can’t help but think Gladys is smiling down on the arrangement.

  The old road Gladys lived on is still unpaved and surrounded by fields and forest, all part of Land Conservation trust now.  There are newer homes up the road that I’m guessing weren’t there years ago.    As we drove  down this little hill her beloved Stillmeadow came in to view.  It’s sits just off the road and honestly, it’s as if no time has passed since she last walked the grounds –  I half expected her Irish, Holly and cockers Tiki, Linda and Teddy to run out to the picket fenceline to make Gladys and “Jill”  aware of the strangers in the road.

   I remember a passage where she describes a conversation with her companion, Jill, talking of how it must have been before there was plumbing in this 1690 home as they stared at the ancient wellhouse… the occupants would pull their water up from this well, even in the chill of winter, and warm the buckets of water over the fire, one at a time..returning outdoors for each additional bucketful for bathing or cooking or cleaning chores.

   That well house needed paint and was on Jill’s “to-do” list still sitting on the kitchen table when she passed away suddenly after a brief illness.  Of the two, she was the fixer upper and had accomplished so much in her time at Stillmeadow.

There were lights on in the house and cars in the side yard…
While it’s not clear if her family lives there full time, 
I didn’t linger too long taking pictures
as it felt a bit stalker-ish with someone “home”. 
They’re probably used to the attention, as I’ve
read of many fan pilgrimages to the farm
but I’m sure it gets old.. folks staring in at the homestead,
camera pointed – 
There is a small pond fed by a lively brook to the left of the house..
and a  summerhouse  as well. 
Many a dog swim and children wading
and spring frogs were mentioned in the books. 

Directly across the way is an equally charming old homestead 
with a beautiful big barn…
Neighboring famer George Phillips was frequently
mentioned in the books.  
The Land Trust now owns the barn but I’m not sure
about the charming house right next to it. 
For many years it was empty while Gladys lived across the way,
due to some sort of legal issue. 
I don’t know it’s current arrangement, although it looks
lived in and cared for.  
                   Stillmeadow on the right in this picture…

While googling around for images, I found these  pictures of the two properties in the snow –
This is why I love New England – our four seasons are spectacular and so worth the occasional nuisance.

 Perhaps a Gladys Christmas Card? 
  So.. if you’re weary of the recent nightly assault of discouraging news and long for a simpler time, find yourself a  Gladys Taber book and get lost in a bygone era.  She was one remarkable woman, and lived through a difficult time – the World Wars in the mix, after all.  Her words of wisdom can still be applied today.   Both women knew struggles and loss, and found respite in the countryside where they entertained friends and family and shared their goodwill and good sense and homesteading talents with the world through Gladys’s writing. 
Till soon, friends – 

The K List

   Pickles wrapped in bacon – Yuck, right?  Nooooo.. it’s the bomb!!… Seriously, try it.  All you have to do is grab a jar of your favorite dill pickle – either the little whole ones or the long slices… and wrap them in bacon – maple bacon especially! … bake them in a  425 oven in baking dish of your choice until bacon is done – about 20 minutes or so.. ovens vary. oooh man, are they good.  Make a dip of your choice to dunk them in, even better. 
 Little Sally is part of the family now, all the dogs get along, although there are the occasional sibling jealousies.  And K’s new pup, Rex is just a love bug – already adored by us all.  For a brief little while I said to myself several times a day….. What.. Did you DO!?…. but I’m over it.  I just love her, and so does the husband (BIG bonus right there).   I think I can say for certain though, not doing a puppy again. Adult dog adoptions only from here on out. 
 We’re having dinner tonight at my daughter’s condo…
we’ll get to play with this adorable scruff too. 
In between farm and work related chores and errands, we’ve been scooting
down to the shore for dinner and a swim…
I have a little plaque down there on the wall that reads..
The Ocean Fixes Everything 
I do believe it’s true. 

 Isn’t this a cool idea?… bird bath – glass top, sand and shells – BOOM
Awesome seaside table for porch/ patio/sunroom..

  I just finished a great read – well written, fascinating true story.  I highly recommend it for all my book loving friends –  Thanks, Hilary.. for the recommendation.   I’m looking for the next great read – what’s on your nightstand? 

This, that, and something that might piss you off

     Two weeks into our new fitness regimen – so far Mike has lost 15 lbs!! Me- just 3. The skinny on Nutrisystem – it works… if you strictly follow their plan. The food doesn’t taste bad and you don’t feel deprived, (heck …some of their “snacks” are a chocolate cupcake, a soft pretzel!)…. you do add small quantities of fresh fruit and veggies , but I don’t like the processed food idea. What the plan teaches is what we all really know already, portion control and calorie intake. 

     We’ve learned we need to eat about a third of what we were consuming to lose and then maintain a healthy body weight. We are both working out cardio and light weights daily, and when I really don’t want to be in the gym I at least take the dogs for a hike up and down hills at a good pace at the back of our farm. Keep moving!  The other key is water water water. I have fibromyalgia (chronic muscle soreness and stiff) and have discovered that pushing myself to work out even though I’m sore is helping me feel stronger, not weaker. Sleep is improved too when you make yourself work out daily. It’s frustrating that men lose the weight so much quicker than us women, though. Seriously… WTF. 


Here’s a detox drink someone shared on FB, gonna give it a go. Anyone try it? 


   Stella’s interior renovation continues… 

Stackable washer dryer unit closet where there used to be a small coat closet. One of only two closets in all of Stellas makeup.  Stella isn’t big enough to house Melania’s shoes, so we will need to be sparing with what we will bring for summer stays. 



 The 2nd bedroom has been bead boarded – because bead board doesn’t have the integrity of wainscote we will paint it, mostly likely an ivory white. 

 The ceiling will remain as is, with a clear coat of something to bring out the wood grain.  It had a low hanging ceiling that we ripped out to give a feel of more space.



 Yesterday we had 55 degree temps and the  sunshine on the water twinkled like diamonds….











  This book was recommended to me… to help understand the mentality behind what just happened in our political environment.  Any reviews?……. 






  Finally, the part that might piss you off.  I’m hoping you just get a chuckle out of it.  Several people have asked me where I got the nickname for the President-Elect – “Orange Scream”.   ……………

*sigh






Till soon, friends…. 



The Icing…

    …on the cake.. is the cedar shake siding Stella is being adorned with as I type.  One of the many many charms of the  homes I  covet admire on the Vineyard are the cedar shake siding you can find almost everywhere. These are white cedar with a bleaching oil application.   We’re bringing a little Vineyard Vibe to Stella, including the porch ceiling, painted pale blue. 
According to Sherwin Williams  – Once just an old Southern tradition, the blue porch ceiling has made its way north and is being introduced to new generations. There are numerous theories as to why – from fooling spiders and wasps into thinking the ceiling is the sky, to blue being a harbinger of good luck, to the color extending daylight, to scaring away evil spirits. 
Sounds good to me! 
     The waterfront doors have been replaced as well. Although I loved the old doors, there was a 1 inch gap between the door frame and the walls and there was some rot. It was very clear the mice had loved their tenure in  Stella, probably for years on end due to the wide open welcome the door frames and eaves provided.   We booted them out and took away their welcome mat because there’s nothing quite like pulling down curtains and experiencing mouse crap rain on your head, with the discovery of a layer of mouse crap in the toaster  a close second.  Yeah. That
   Thank you for all the great book recommendations!  I just finished Girl On The Train – Won’t give away the ending if you haven’t read it.. but it was a surprise.  Some of you already agreed with me about something – Two books that are very popular (Gone Girl, Girl On the Train)  were just – meh- to me. Had to make myself finish, and here’s why –  The characters were just not very likeable.  I actually STRONGLY disliked Gone Girl characters, how very self centered and selfish….  and with GOTT,  I just wanted her to get ON with herself already.   The mystery pulls you in, though, so I finished it.
     My perimenopausal / fibro state has me sleep deprived and reading material is a must before bed.  Next up on the reading list – Woman in Cabin 10 and Outlander, because I’ve heard many good things about the series in recent years.  When I read the summary I said.. really?… but I’ve been told you just have to get past the initial fantasy aspect and the history lessons and relationships will pull you in.  OK then.   I’ve also written down your other suggestions, thank you friends.
   If anyone wants my copy of The Girl on the Train and one other surprise book, leave a comment below and I’ll use random selector (if there’s more than one of you) to pick the recipient. 
  As always, thanks for stopping by –  Karen    

Porch Sitting and Community gathering and OH, what a SUCKY MOVIE, but a few good books

  I wish for every person to have a place to call home where there is a porch to sit and contemplate, to rest, to find respite from the troubles of the world.  It need not be fancy – it need not be decorated with fine furnishings and fancy trinkets.  Heck, where I come from a folding chair out in the driveway or in the open-door garage would suffice as you watched the action out on the street or watered the postage stamp “lawn”.   (That always cracked me up – a neighbor just two doors down had a lawn about 20 x 20 with a sidewalk down the middle – and don’t ya know that lawn was perfectly edged and fertilized and watered, always. )    I’ve talked about porches before, forgive me for singing their praise here again.  I just feel right now especially.. we all need a porch sit. 
 This is my backyard view, can you see the hummer at the feeder? 
    Thank you to the few who braved comments in my previous posts.  I don’t ever swear that I will agree with you and I almost always have more to say.  But.. I am grateful for your comments when they are genuine and not with malice.  I think we accomplish that most often, even if we don’t walk away in agreement.  I wish that for the world too… and the porches. 
Saturday was the second farm market of my four market season.  The turnout was terrific and the vision of neighbors, children, strangers,  vendors and volunteers coming together, sharing good conversation, browsing the “stuff” and just enjoying something that is NOT the stuff of headlines.. well, it was so good for my soul.  If you’ve got these kind of community markets or town picnics, etc. in your area, don’t pass them up.  They are an affirmation of all that is GOOD out there, so be a part of it when you can. Join in, support your locals, talk to your neighbors, strangers, children, vendors, volunteers, etc. etc. etc.  

 Our sons went to school together and this guy is just always with a smile
on his face and a willingness to lend a hand.  We need more of that. 
   Mike and I watched  BY THE SEA last night –   Don’t waste your time on this movie.  Directed by and starrring Angelina and Brad Pitt,  it was terrible.  Briefest summary – nothing but glamour shots  of two shallow people dressed to the nines with very little substance underneath.  We kept watching because we thought  – surely there’s more to it than this…. but.. there wasn’t.  When they finally reveal something that is indeed a tragedy for some people, you don’t even care, these guys are so shallow.  And.. someone please throw her a cheeseburger, with bacon.. every day for the next six months.  I had high hopes, because although there didn’t seem to be much chemistry in their Mr. and Mrs. Smith roles, Angie did such a great job with her first to directorial movies, I thought this would be a hit too.  This one was so bad I don’t know what she was thinking other than an opportunity to wear what she perceives as fabulous cloths while she sulks around in beautiful malta.  Clearly she failed at directing herself.
    Are you a reader?  I am at a loss when I don’t have something to read on my bedside table. Hard to fall asleep without reading at least a little bit before lights out.  I just read Anderson Coopers new book, a correspondence between he and his mother (you may have seen the interview on TV)… and I have to tell you… I like him a lot, I like her very very little.. to be blunt, what a flake.  Just received both Nobodys Fool and Everyones Fool from Amazon, looking forward to diving into those as I’ve heard they are a good read.  I need to leave the TV off for a while, too disgusted with no answers …nothing ruins sleep better than the nightly news as of late… 
… Off.. to the porch. 

Come. Sit. Stay.

  The porch is officially open here at This Old House…. let me not ever live in a house where there is no porch.  I grew up in an old farmhouse smack in the middle of a Staten Island, New York neighborhood where houses were stacked close together.  Our house was the original, built in the 1800s, before the area became a ‘hood.   On the front of that old house was a porch, where many a rain stormy day was spent watching the drops fall around us,  perhaps catch the neighbors arguing or playing cards or reading on their own front porch, and it offered shade for sipping lemonade or iced tea on hot summer days.

   When we re-built This Old House – we knew what we had to add – a porch. There’s one on the front, facing the road – which we rarely use. The rear porch looks out over our gardens and the hay fields and horses up on the hill. It’s screened in summer to keep out the bugs and glassed in winter to retain some heat. On a cold winter day where the sun shines bright, it warms up enough so that  we can still sit out there with a cup of coffee comfortably and enjoy the view, maybe even read a bit of the book currently occupying the nightstand.

(that’s a jeans rug crafted by Hilary of Crazy as a Loom – so durable, just love it) 

   Today after getting the various “stuff” done that needed doing…. I looked at the beckoning porch and said.. why ever not.  I grabbed my new read – Susan Branch’s Isle of Dreams.. and sat in the reading chair, a light breeze flowing through. I highly recommend giving yourself time in your busy day, time to just relax and let go of whatever might have your knickers in a knot.

   If you’re not familiar with Susan Branch, she is an author and illustrator who resides on my favorite Island, Martha’s Vineyard.  I love her water color illustrations, as well as her writing style.. and oooh, her recipes are divine.  Her real life fairy tale story is one of courage in the face of heartbreak, and resilience.  My current read – Isle of Dreams, is hand written and illustrated by her- an amazing feat, and feast for the eyes and soul.

Below is just a sample of the writing and illustrations in her books… there are three. 

Quotes like this one are sprinkled throughout the books.. you feel the warmth she envelopes around you with her style, her illustrations.. her humor and grace. Kind of like the comfort of sitting on your porch with a cup’a…  watching the world go by… 

Boys in the Trees

   If you’re my age or older you’ve  probably sung along to at least a few Carly Simon tunes in your younger  mad-love angst-ridden years.  I’ve always loved her music, and that of her famed ex-husband James Taylor too.   Until now I only imagined what their (story-book?) life must have been like as a couple and always thought it a tragedy that they weren’t able to keep it together for a long and at least sometimes happy marriage.  Having never really delved into the whys of their break-up, I just enjoyed the music and hoped for a reunion someday, if not as a couple, then an extremely talented duo who’ve brought so much soul to  music over the years.  One of my all time favorites is a concert Carly gave on the Vineyard Haven docks, Marthas Vineyard.  Not just because I love that island with all I’ve got, but it was her best most natural performance in my opinion, in a place she loves and calls home.  You felt it if you were watching.

   I just read Carlys newly released memoir, Boys In The Trees –  what  in my opinion appears to be a thoroughly honest, (sometimes embarassingly so!)  heartfelt account of her life story. That era was just before my coming of age so I wasn’t fully aware of the movement in the music world back then, but.. wow.    To say I had no idea is an understatement… and for those who want to read it I won’t spoil your read by putting the contents here.  Some of the artists are still entertaining today, it’s an interesting look back.

  Two things I can tell you without spoiling too much.  James Taylor does not speak of or to Carly Simon.  He pretty much “erased her”, in her  words in interviews, after their early 80’s divorce, although she only eludes to this in the book.   She treats him fairly here, but honestly.  Which is to say she doesn’t sugar coat their problems at all –  hers or his.   His heroin addiction since his teen years and chronic infidelities made him pretty much non-present in their ten year marriage and he owns up to it in subsequent interviews too, so it’s not bull.  Her anxiety and  insecurities stemming from the non-approving relationship she had with her father made her disfunctional and accepting of really poor treatment and low self worth, which ruled the landscape of her life for so very long.

      While it’s clear JT suffered depression and the ills of a substance abuser, I still can’t help but like him a lot less now.   Hard to believe the man who wrote and sang so many soulful songs of longing and caring and love and loss is the one who now thoroughly cuts out such a significant partner of his earlier days – one who stood by him when he needed love most.  His children should matter to him more than that.   He actually describes himself as a self absorbed artist who wasn’t fully present for his first set of kids or his first marriage.    

    I guess some habits never die.   You’re so vain, James, and the song wasn’t even about you.

Do I even have to say it?

Baby, it is SO FREAK’N COLD OUTSIDE!!!!!!
Seriously.. when you throw coffee up into the air and it freezes
before it hits the ground…  Damn, that’s cold.
 As for the -Polar Vortex- thing, though…
the media has to make something out of everything, don’t they?
It’s called January.  You know, Winter? Yes…indeed..it’s a particularly cold one.
But a  -Polar Vortex -? 
For those of you who like to read..
I’ve come across a couple of good books lately, all very different in style. 
A hilarious take on aging.. an honest and sincere look at his life, good and sad,
and even more hilarity. 
Tad Friend’s memoir –
 a humorous and honest look at the American Wasp,
it’s rise..and inevitable reluctant fall.
For those of you interested in healthy eating… this is THE BOMB!!
Delicious, healthy, easy to prepare. 
Paleo recipe, but it doesn’t seem like you are deprived of a single thing here.
Not that Paleo eating is deprived..lol..
Bruschetta Chicken with Zucchini noodles 

And get yourself one of those julienne zucchini peelers, because they
make the job so easy. I just got one for $8 at a local kitchen store but
you can find them on amazon too.

Off I go without coffee in hand for fear of an immediate freeze, into the Polar Vortex

to feed critters. Stay warm, all.



Just a thought here….

  Now, first understand that I don’t need donations to start up my Little Free Library.  I’ve got plenty to stock it.   However,  if you love the idea too… and are an avid reader and  book collector as I am… you can help me stock the library by sending a book you have already read and don’t mind never seeing again.  It can be a childrens book or a gardening how to book or a romance or mystery, best seller or new author, whatever!   I think it would be really fun to see the diversity of what we can throw together.  If this is something that you’d like to join in on, I also recommend writing your blog address on the inside cover  indicating to new readers that  you donated the book.   Send me an e-mail if you want to donate, and I’ll give you my mailing address.   karenthisoldhouse@hotmail.com

Below are a few more…
 cute window box! 

This one is located in Ghana….

And this one is in Memphis!…

alittle imagination goes a long way!