Saturday, October 25, 2014
One might ask why there is a sink by the hen house. That's pretty close to what I asked Steve when he brought it home. That man was constitutionally unable to pass a pile of trash without gleaning some treasure. This place is chock-a-block with treasures. I think I mentioned that he once had sixteen (16!) used wooden garage doors delivered to our house in the valley. "They were just throwing them out!" He did find a use for the doors, but the sink has lain out there by the coop for many, many years. The saying goes, "Everything but the kitchen sink." Well, I've got the sink.
It was a good day.