When Rustic Russ first talked about his ideas for the Wee House, I was excited.
The idea of having so many windows, using cordwood and bottles, and being located right next to our garden, and the horses, was too much to bear.
And it came with its little offspring, The Wee Wee House.
Yes, it’s quite a trek from the Main Cabin to the Wee House, but it’s worth it.
Some nights, as I head up to do my daily writing, it’s truly an adventure.
Snow, wind, rain, full moon, stars, all join me on any given night as I walk up, sans headlamp, cutting through the dark so as not to disturb my surroundings.
It’s a place I can daydream, while watching snowy Whirling Dirvishes that hypnotize.
I’ve seen wildlife from my perch.
Two coyotes trotting by in the early morning hours. Turkeys. Rabbits. Deer. Blue Birds ~ many Blue Birds. The list is long. Even a black squirrel.
The gun is reserved for the bear said to be nearby, only if she wishes to come a callin’ some night.
It has its own unique refridgeration system, keeping refreshments cold, even when the woodstove is roaring on a cold winter night.
Rustic Russ, not wanting to disrupt nature, supplied me with my own indoor bird’s nest. Look up…
I can also keep track of where Rustic Russ is on our “40″, from every window.
I know exactly where he is in his “chore sequence” by watching the reaction of the animals out my window.
But the Wee House is more than an extra building. Or a quirky office.
It’s where my treasures are stored.
My books.
My writings.
My heart.
It’s where I work.
And wonder.
Soaking in the nature around me, visible to me through all the windows and homemade screen door.
And there’s a comfort knowing Rustic Russ lovingly made this haven out of materials that were left for dead elsewhere.
They are resurrected and brought to life again.
The stained glass windows came compliments of a local church. Castaways in new construction.
Now crown jewels in our little circular building.
All four ~ all different.
The Wee House is where folks gather for food and conversation.
Small, yes. However, if there’s room in the heart, there’s room in the home.
Rustic Russ made sure I had my “safe”.
My “Scooby Jar”, as we call it.
As you can see… we’re broke.
But we are rich in friends, family and the love of this earth and its Maker.
And every day is new and welcome ~ at the Wee House at Russ-Stick Acres.
Our end of the rainbow.
Until tomorrow ~ God willing,
Woodswoman
