So some of you are going to laugh. Because my idea of wonders may not be what you’re thinking. So there is a red door. And there are wonders. At least they’re wonders to me. So let’s go back to the red door. Here’s a picture of it. And the wonders behind that door? Chickens.
That’s right. Chickens. From the time I was a little girl, I’ve wanted chickens. So when we finally bought our little farm in the country, it was one of the first things we added. This last fall, my husband built a coop for them. We call it The Poultry Palace, because to me, it is. When he asked me what I wanted in this coop, I said I wanted him to use some of the old wavy glass windows that we salvaged from our old house. To me, that glass is beautiful and represents the love and hard work that went into remodeling it. And I wanted curtains and an old door. And I wanted the door painted red. Well he did a beautiful job building that coop. But the door (which I was supposed to paint) was white. For months. But yesterday, that changed. I bought a quart of red paint and took up my brush. This coop is a childhood dream come true for me. And The Poultry Palace’s residents? Well they seem fairly happy with their palace and the old dresser-turned-laying-area inside.
So that’s the story of my red door of wonders. What about you? Any childhood dreams that came true? I’d love to hear about them!