One Good Fence . . .

  

 It has been almost impossible in the past few weeks

for me to find fences to photograph for Good Fences.

Snow, wind, bitter subzero temperatures

and top that off with icy walks and roadways, have meant

"no fence pictures to snap!"

I had boasted about all my walking on one of my recent posts

and the next day a winter snow monster popped up

and cramped my walking plans in the dust, (snow!)

The photo above is from my neighborhood walk a few days ago. 

So since I am pretty much "fence photo less"

 I am taking this opportunity to tell you a bit about how

Irish Garden House got its name.

In case you haven't read about it above.

(check out the about)

The house above is where my husband and I slept

on our first night on our first trip to Ireland.

The garden house sits in front of the main cottage. 

Bantry Bay is in the blue

and the Atlantic ocean is just a short distance away

So charming . . . the farm tools were in the lower level of the GH 

and up the stairway was a bedroom with a window overlooking Bantry Bay.

Friends of ours were in the main house. 

On other trips to Ireland, we stayed in the main house

but staying in this garden house was such a treat

and became my inspiration for my blog. 





A few years after out first visit to Ireland

my husband had a replica of the garden house

in Ireland built near our home in Michigan.

So now I have my own personal irish garden house.





I had always wanted a garden house

and thought one day I would build one out of tree rounds.

The stone ruled out though, it really seemed more like the house in Ireland.

My hubs had the frame work built

and a friend and I laid the stone on the house.

We brought a few stones back from Ireland

and they are placed in amongst the cultured stone. 

Favorite stones from some of the grandchildren

are also placed amongst the stone walls.

 

As long as we are looking at houses

here is one my mother painted many years ago.

I think it was someone's birth place.

I am so lucky to have some of my mother's paintings.

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Until next time,

Love, Lynne