This is a story about a girl who just wanted to move to her new-old house, but she couldn't because her floors weren't ready. Thanks to high humidity, the wood wouldn't "cure," or somesuch, and the floors had to be completely refinished--but not until the humidity reached a certain level inside the house. The girl waited and waited.
Hooty House sits at the top of a haunted lane. It's a place of cobwebs, crooked shutters, caved-in ceilings, and nesting owls. Dead leaves blow across the weedy yard, and deader things crouch in the darkness.
So happy to see you today at Foodie Friday and Everything Else. I hope you are enjoying the magical days of autumn. Here in the foothills of the Highland Rim, the days are sunny, tinged with golden light, and the evenings are chilly. (Photo: Tyler West)
When autumn comes to to the farm, it's impossible to stay indoors--and the first official day of fall is arriving Wednesday. This is my favorite time of year: warm afternoons, dancing sunshine, a crisp, blue sky, and chilly nights. It's a time of contrasts. Soon, we'll face the bleak, monotonous winter, but now, we can take off our shoes and go barefoot.