My hydrangea is in bloom this time of year, which makes for my favorite bouquets, combined usually with a rose or three in an old Mason jar on my dining room table. I’ve never had a hydrangea before–it blooms and blooms and blooms, in a huge bush that droops out over the little stone walkway around the side of the studio. It seems like an old-fashioned kind of flower, and I imagine people here, in this same place, cutting these blooms for years and years past.
Recently, members of a family that lived here in the past stopped by and wanted to see the farm. We got to talking about the studio, and I asked them about its history. I assumed it had been built on top of the cellar as an apartment, but that was not its original purpose. They told me it was built as a storage building! It was only later remodeled into an apartment. And now a health department-approved kitchen. It’s always fascinating to find out these little tidbits!