Woodswoman

I think my love of log cabins began when I was a little girl and my Dad showed me an old dirt road that had a run down stone cottage on it. That mysterious little cottage intrigued me for years. Log cabins just seemed to evolve in my wishful thinking dream patterns after that. A trip through the Adirondacks and reading Anne LaBastille's 'Woodswoman' sealed it for me. At this point in my life I doubt the possibility of having a log cabin of my own, but this is a dream. It was also a dream all my life to go to Paris,which I did, and to throw a coin in the Fountain of Trevi in Rome, which I also did. So you never know what the future holds, do you?