Sometimes opportunities arise that catch you a little off guard.
Some friends have put their home up for sale, as they will be moving back to the family farm in Idaho. Their home used to be their barn, that is, until they made it a home.
I have a clearer vision now of what makes the difference between a house and home. (oh, there is such a difference)
This home was pieced together of second hand EVERYTHING. Right down to the doorknobs that wonderfully don't match. It was almost too much to take in as I was wondering around soaking up what was important to them to go in their book (I could have done hundreds of pages of just details...be still me detail loving heart)
Some friends have put their home up for sale, as they will be moving back to the family farm in Idaho. Their home used to be their barn, that is, until they made it a home.
I have a clearer vision now of what makes the difference between a house and home. (oh, there is such a difference)
This home was pieced together of second hand EVERYTHING. Right down to the doorknobs that wonderfully don't match. It was almost too much to take in as I was wondering around soaking up what was important to them to go in their book (I could have done hundreds of pages of just details...be still me detail loving heart)
It starts with a road, named for his Mother...
All the woodwork was done by their own hand.
An antique weight.
If there was ever a perfect garden, this is it.
The man who makes it all happen, in his element.
These weren't for the book.
But it sure is impressive, that many squash all in one place.
It's a joke around here that the only time you lock your car is in the parking lot at church during the fall for fear of having it filled with squash while you're inside.
Can you see why now?
Now back to the inside of the house.
I love this kitchen.
Complete with farmhouse sink and a one ton chopping block.
This is the grinder I want for Christmas.
3 comments:
I grew up playing in that barn before it was a home and spent many many holiday dinners there with our families singing and eating and loving life when it became a home. So sad to know they will be going. May God bless them during their journies.
I just realized that I wrote under my husbands name... This is Destiny Olsen Rayburn.
I was just going to say the same thing Destiny did! I never did get to see the barn become a home because I left for college right as they started re-modeling. It's beautiful! Nice job in capturing the spirit of their home Kris!
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