Tuesday, August 11, 2015

A door for the hut


I drove up to Springfield to see Grandma Jo. Fried chicken at Collier's. I bought this fine old oak door at a mansion on High St.   Jo used to play bridge there.The door will be the entrance way to the brick garden hut I am building in Becky's memory. I rode my bike up through the corn fields towards Urbana. My first time up that way without my спутница жизни - my lifelong companion.

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