I call this my Mystical Milkhouse, it is my favorite milk house, I love the way it sits in the bosom of this old tree and looks out over the valley. I think it is a haunted place, filled with angels, spirits, ghosts and demons, I hear them laughing and shrieking and calling to me and I might just be made, or they might be but I visited my milk house yesterday, the bank thermometer said it was 100 degrees and I wanted to capture that feeling. The spirits don’t care, they were dancing in the heat.

Last night as we got into bed, the power went out and stayed out for 10 hours. The bedroom was stifling, we came downstairs to sleep and tried to figure out what we might do if it was still out for the Open House. We didn’t sleep much, we did haul buckets to the toilet from the stream in the pasture, we salvaged some food for breakfast. This morning, when I left to take Red for his final therapy dog evaluations, the power  came back on. Outages always make me think of the farmers who built our farmhouse and how they all of the things we do and much more with no power at all. We are nothing but lucky.