Down the road and across the way is this small grist mill with the mill still turning water in the creek. I wonder if it's still in use today. The buildings look to be in good repair, surely someone is keeping them up. I did some research and found out this is the Johnson Grist Mill.
As we were leaving the mill I noticed a sign saying, appointment only, with a phone number. I jotted the number down and plan to go back for a closer look another time.
A short distance from the mill is this log cabin. The front door was open as if to welcome visitors inside.
There's so much inspiration here for clay, should I sgraffito the buildings on plates or should I build realistic miniatures?
Gary said we need to make this our last move so we're hoping to find a out-of-the-ordinary place. Something with ambiance. We've looked at a hundred of homes it seems but few have the special something we're looking for.
I don't use unusual words to be snooty; I like learning and knowing different ways to describe what I see. These words somehow have a certain feeling contained in their description. Sometimes little known words are so much better than the usual ones. Don't you think so?
Across the road was this feeder barn and the covered bridge below.
Yesterday we found a home and put an offer on it. You might know it, someone else also put a bid on it. Seems other folks are also looking for a home with je ne sais quoi. Please keep your fingers crossed we get this one. All we can do is hope. Thanks for reading and for all your comments.









