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Dear ,
We'd love to see you if you are going to be out and about this weekend, but remember that We will be closed on Saturday the 4th of July. So, try to make it Friday or Sunday and enjoy the holiday.
We're beginning to settle into our summer rhythm after
a very hectic spring. Nearly
all of the armillary spheres and Versailles's boxes we designed
for customers in May and June are finished and headed
off to their
new homes across the country. We're finally getting the store back into
shape, cleaning up the flower beds, weeding the gravel paths and
tending to
our new apple orchard. We've even just about sorted out
Addy's tennis lesson/sailing lesson/lacrosse camp/space camp at the Challenger Center in Woodstock schedule.
Our expanding kitchen garden is beginning to look promising. We've been eating lettuce, arugula and rainbow chard for
weeks and now are looking forward to the momentary arrival of the first ripe cucumbers and tomatoes. Click here or on the photo
above to see a larger image.
We've got lots of new things in the store so come out and see us Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays all summer long or, you can
always call to make an appointment to stop by Monday through Thursday.
Warm regards,
Beau
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Lots
of new things this month including: chandeliers, lamps, even a pile of
vintage metal lanterns removed from a German
restaurant in Milwaukee that with a little creativity on your part
could keep the candles lit on your patio table. Cleaning
up behind my workshop, I found a couple of
forgotten, beautifully aged cast stone faces I had made from the terra
cotta panels I removed from Chicago's Broadway Strand theater
in 1998.
We've also got a sweet set of hand painted nesting side tables,
a cool, Woodard patio love seat in old green paint, a vintage
cast plaster swan side table, a set of big, metal, 70's
neoclassical chairs and lots of smalls.
Please Click Here or on the
Photos to Access our Catalog
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We would be enjoying a bumper crop of fabulous strawberries except for a particularly destructive gang of furry
vandals who go by the street name of Tamias Striatus. Their crime wave has caused me to suffer fruitless yogurt, plain cereal and overly
sugared rhubarb pie untempered by the natural sweetness
of my
little, red gems. I've decided that "This town ain't big enough
for the both of us." I have a plan. Our upstairs
bathroom provides the perfect view of their turf. So, if
you drive by just after dawn, you might catch me hanging
out of
the window, in my boxers and t-shirt, armed and dangerous.
Unfortunately, I can't seem to hit the broad side of a barn, let alone
a moving
rodent.
Maybe I just need to get up a little earlier. I'm going to check eBay after breakfast to see if I can pick up a
set of used night vision goggles.
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