Old meets new. Here I sit in the carriage-room of the ranch house. The walls about me are Kansas limestone, neatly quarried out (or in some cases just found laying around and used as is) and built up over a century ago. Across from me is a large case/rack holding saddles, tack, harness, a TV and a pet carrier. Sometimes we see Otis, retired dean of the barn cats (his story told here), now 18 and aging and an indoor cat, but doing well for a slightly lamed, ancient cat and a true prairie survivor. I sit on a plush modern couch, laptop perched on an antique dining room chair tole painted by my mother, glancing up at a harness case which still held side-saddles as late as the 1980s, when it finally occurred to folks that no women were going to ride that way any more and had not for sixty years.
Some places try to be rustic. Some try to be modern. Some are just themselves, modern where they can be, rustic where they should be, new where they need to be, old where old is beautiful or still functional. This is one such place, where past lives alongside present and no one finds it odd. In fact, it’s something to love.
The prairie starscape is a thing to behold, away from light pollution and studded in sapphires with a creamy band dead across the top of the sky. The warm night is alive as the insect and animal life carries on a survival battle.
Welcome to my Kansas.
6 thoughts on “Notes from the carriage-room, #1”
Lovely. I get a whiff of Wila Cather’s Nebraska when I read this.
Thank you, Christi. My Kansas probably looks and feels a great deal like her Nebraska, aged and somewhat (but not utterly) modernized.
Beautiful. I’m glad you made it there safely. Enjoy.
Thanks, Shannon! That we shall do.
Beautiful imagery my friend, Sound like a little haven 🙂
That it is, Jenn, that is is.