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.