My friend Megan has a day job (well, okay - a night job) as a labor & delivery RN. She is married to a dairy farmer who works on his father's dairy farm. Together, they have a little barn with a spinner's flock of sheep, some chickens, a couple of farm dogs, and many out buildings. Most farms' out buildings serve as storage of equipment, animals, or feed. On Megan's place, the outbuildings seem to be what I like to think of as adult playhouses. (Get your minds out of the gutter - I'm being apple pie here).
Since Megan lives on a farm, and her husband has all sorts of testosterone toys like real John Deere green tractors, front loaders, trucks (did I mention tractors), etc, they can do things with their little outbuildings most of us can't - like move them around, or relocate them half a mile away for a view of the water. And so when I visit Megan's farm from time to time, I find the configuration of outbuildings has changed. And so it was last month when Sam & I
went to spend the day at Megan's.
The playhouse I have taken the most photos in and of used to be up next to the barn, near the real house. This spring, Megan painted the door and window box to remind her of doors she saw in Ireland last year. This summer, Robert moved it with the tractor down by their waterfront about 1/4 to 1/2 mile down a dirt road. So, Megan, Sam & I went down to the water to see the playhouse, walk down by the water and look at lichens and moss and other wonders of the outdoors. In its original spot by the barn, another little house is now in its place, with a retro bicycle and milk can planters as landscaping. And on the way to the new location of the fancy playhouse, is Ben's house. That is a two story little house her son, Ben, built as his a few years ago.
And so while in the time since I got Sam I haven't gotten to do much in the way of fiber pursuits (he's too interested in customizing my fiber and wheels and other tools), I have gotten to spend time with my friends -
Megan and her playhouse, and two other friends have been helping me repaint the inside of my home, clean & organize my storage room in the basement, repair the screens in the screen room torn by dog nails, and clean out my garage. As much as I love my fiber stuff, good friends definitely surpass it! (And it is especially cool if they share their playhouses with you.)
PS These were taken about three weeks ago, and Sam is MUCH taller and longer now than even depicted here. The water pic was the first time he'd seen a lake or pond, and he seem puzzled over why his paws didn't stay on TOP of the water rather than sinking to the bottom...