One Sunday evening as Sean and I were driving home from a friend's, I spied a hired hands bed on the curb. Sean happily obliged me, tying it to our roof and toting it home.
That was two homes and ten years ago. In the last move it got a boo-boo and has languished in the garage for three years, bare and broken.
This sunny corner of the kitchen with its one chair was a magnet for six children and their Mama. One chair. One.
It is now a favorite place to load up with down pillows and books, soaking in the sun on one side and the wood stove heat on the other.