I guess I’m just taken with everything antique that has to do with farming. Windmills, tractors, implements and just ways of living. We have an old cast iron stove in the shed that I swear I’m going to overhaul and dandify and then maybe it is the heat source for my new writing studio, I mean, I can dream, can’t I? Smelling the hot crusty sourdough bread cooking will drive me insane, but it will be so delicious with some homemade chokecherry jelly–and all from the abundance of the land right where I am. I should have been born a pioneer; I think Laura Ingalls and I were switched centuries or something like that.  I feel that pioneer spirit in my characters and the way they live their lives. This photo came out of a museum, but I’ll post one of ours later. This week, I’ve been secreting in all the cast iron seats from the barn and lining them up along the couch. Somehow, they are inspiring my writing.