Old barn cupola.
Bullet holes and all.
Galvanized, gorgeous, and now---it's mine.
It took some doing.
Calls to the farmer that owned the field.
And, that was after a bit of detective work to find out who owned the property.
The property hasn't been worked for years, and years.
Spencer went out in the field, and dug it out of the dirt.
It has probably been sitting in that field for decades.
I've never seen one like it.
Pie crust edging.. round... and I adore the cone on the top.
I consider this one of my favorite finds.
Now.. I need to decide what to do ... either build a base for it and install it on the garage, or display it in the courtyard.
(it's pretty good sized... about 2 feet in diameter, and 3 feet tall)
Attitude of gratitude:
~Grateful that the farmer gave us this great old cupola!
~Grateful that I've been able to get some peaches, and pears dried and in the freezer for winter.
~Grateful that we were able to get Brooke moved in and settled at her new university.