This little corner of our home, as you can see (and may have seen before), is in transition. It likely will be for a little (or perhaps long) while longer while we birth a baby, play and work outside, make decisions about it, manifest the perfect french doors to appear in our lives, and otherwise wait for this spot to move to the top of the budget, time and priority lists. It separates the kitchen and our living room (and therefore the 'old' and 'new' of the house, this corner was originally part of the barn), so it's a space we pass through many, many times a day. And well - sheetrock and exposed lathe and all - I knew it could be a usable daily space right now, with just a little bit of effort.
And so, with just that little bit of effort - some painting, a "desk" installed (using the last bits of that table), and a little bit of new art made and gathered from around the house, this little nook off our kitchen has become our planning and dreaming spot. Seed catalogs, the seeds themselves, a few gardening resources, and new garden markers are at the ready for planting time (thanks to Adelaide who spied the idea in a recent issue of Martha Stewart Living).
Perhaps most importantly to me, though, and most central to the making of this space...is that it also holds our family farm journal, and a dedicated and always-clear space upon which to write in it. The journal is something we began in the fall to record our days here - and it contains everything from the mundane potato seed order to a weather report to the orchard 'plans' to a child-written account of a(nother) day the pigs got out. (I'm loving that journal.)
Much like the garden, pasture, and land around us...this tiny little corner, too will likely be transformed many times over in the years to come. But, oh, I'm loving the beginnings and the right now of it so very much.