I had a mud kitchen cabinet when I was little. My grandma stocked it with cookie cutters and bowls and all he things you see here. It sat near the spigot of an artesian well that produced the coldest, clearest water needed for the best mud cuisine.
In the garden, a series of mirrors acts to expand the visual space in this little hidden garden. The last fence panel, however, isn't a mirror at all. It's an opening in the fence that lines up with the view out of one of the house's windows.
Junk wind chime / My dear friend Karen Lundberg made one like this for her sibs after her parents passing out of stuff from their kitchen drawers! Too wonderful to remember as the wind blows and clinks them.