a country drive

Finally, a sunny day and time for a back roads drive to Andes, one of my favorite villages. It's only 5 miles from my house but I'm always so busy at the store I haven't been there in ages.

 I bought honey at a roadside stand (nobody was there--I left money in a mason jar) and passed lots of cute houses. This sweetheart isn't really crooked--I took the picture out the car window.

Another crooked house/car window picture. This house is for sale. I want the dog. (of course you know you can click on pictures to enlarge) Isn't there a nursery rhyme--there was a crooked man, who walked a crooked mile, he had a crooked house, across a crooked stile...

 Tay Tea just moved into this house.

I want every item on the porch. The pink chair! The blue table! The orange shelf! They aren't even for sale--Tay now serves lunch on the porch, and doesn't that sound delightful--but that doesn't stem the tide of desire I feel.

This side of the porch is nice too. Sorry about the shadow.

 The stunning woman in the picture is the great-aunt of Tay's owner. You can read more about her here.

 My life is not complete without this table,

and  I adore this cabinet. 

You know how I feel about the color green, right?

Speaking of green ...

 How do you like this grapevine table and porch rocker I put in my store? A wicked covetous part of me wants to price them so high nobody will buy them, so I can continue enjoy them. But that would be bad karma.

I found this birdhouse on my drive. The man who built it sells them from his barn. 

One more green thing from my day, and then I'll say farewell:

an overturned rowboat

Enjoy your weekend!

Jen