Finished - and Ready to Hit the Road

Well, not quite finished. But we do have some pretty photos of the guest quarters. And we are leaving tomorrow.
We went to the Hungry Trout for dinner - Alex's and Margot's treat. Left Rosa, which was apparently traumatic.

It's Raining Dogs

Just a bare outline of Ebenezer Mountain shows in the clouds.

Frost and Snow

Yesterday we woke up to snow on the mountain tops after rain all night. And, we frequently have hard frost in the morning on the grass. The other morning after a hard frost I went out and was amazed by these huge beautiful ice crystals. Then I realized they were milkweed seeds.

Another photo - there is always a pair of jeans that gets sacrificed to a new project. This lovely pair is now history.

DryLock

A wall so white you can sit and watch it.

Winter is Coming

The top of the Sugar House has vents and windows that are a lovely place for all the heat in the house to collect. But, fortunately, someone built some panels to shut off that area. Unfortunately, the numbers on the panels were not very helpful. But, Alex - never one to fear heights - got up on the catwalk and managed to get them all back in place. Meanwhile, the cat shunned the catwalk for a sheepskin on the couch and a nice nap.

The Dumpster Fairy 2

This time we saw the Dumpster Fairy. He wears neon yellow, has a shiny pate, and hops like a bunny rabbit - on the clods of dirt the truck dislodges.

Pulling It Together - Almost

We are not done with the guest quarters yet, but we're able to start putting furniture in. Margot scored some wonderful finds at an antique store with a sympathetic owner, and a huge thank you to Cindy Eaton (and Molly) who made a terrific deal on the chairs and then passed it on to us.

The milk weed catch the sun and look like white flowers in the fields.

Barn

The interesting metal thingy is a manure cleaning system.

Junk

Junk, and a pretty view.

One of the 7.8%

Morning Sun

More Rain

A Quiet Day

The continuing rain meant a quiet day. Max did the Lowes run while I stayed and worked on curtains. The finished curtain, made of a fine grade of burlap, shows Margot's excellent taste in fabric as well as men.

When Max returned the rain had mostly stopped so he was able to put in the new fuel line to the kerosene tank. It had been removed, probably both for its value as copper and because, as our neighbor told us, she had seen people carrying something away in buckets. Kerosene?

We learned from the former owners - delightful people - that the sugar house was the maple syrup operation of Wellscroft, the Tudor Mansion nearby. That explains why the barn is so beautifully built. When it is cleaned up I will do a post just on the barn.

I had a visit from a Lake Placid antique dealer looking for the former owner, (who built a new house on adjoining property (which is rented by the young woman who saw the kerosene thieves)). He mentioned that his crusade is getting people to keep their old windows. "Don't throw away any old windows. They will last another 100 years if you just re-glaze them and add storms." Apparently the construction then was far superior - harder wood and better joinery. He was excited about the 2 over 2 windows in the farmhouse. He also wants his name added to the raw milk list.

Before the Rain

We did a lot of miscellaneous projects today before the rain started. Max wired the hot water heater, spackled some more in the guest quarters, insulated the fuel oil pipe access, cleaned out the guest quarters (don't look at the back porch) and took the truck into Devon's for an oil change and to have the soft tire fixed. The problem with the tire - which has been an issue since we bought the truck - was a piece of wire from the brake that wasn't removed the first time we had the tire repaired and now had worked itself in deeper.

I finished painting the wainscoting in the guest quarters and worked on the front porch.

Now we are off for cocktails with a prior owner of the farm and his wife who want to tell us lots of stories. I think they are expecting Alex and Margot so we feel like the booby prize.

The siren on the fire department across the street is blaring, so this rain is probably a good thing.

At Home

Alex is here for the night, and it's a good night for a fire.