Next door sat a hundred-year-old farmhouse, “updated” in the ‘60s or ‘70s.
But after stripping all that obnoxious faux paneling and vinyl siding, we found another gem beneath.
My brothers refinished all the floors, exposed beams, and original brick. My mom, queen of antiques, scoured shops and sales to furnish it with period pieces. Every corner tells a story.
I was busy in Texas building Live Oak Lake during this season, but I made one small contribution: sketching a simple mural which we painted on the side of the barn.
Morning Glory Farm, in honor of the wildflowers blanketing the long driveway—and the kind of sunrise you’ll never forget from that hilltop.
