family room, kitchen, laundry. A solid wood door to the garage, above/below, WAS in the hall.
She replaced it with this door. Choosing seeded glass, and etching it, to block views of the garage. 
Literally !! On wheels, it moves daily.
If the eggs aren't washed they can be stored at room temp. Did you know that? It was news to me.
We designed architecture & landscape, decorated & styled with only items junked, rescued, borrowed. (Well, we did buy tin roofing, gravel & a few pots.)
Tiny, potent. Peek thru, below, see our potting table?
Leftover pavers from edging the gravel. Voila, a table. And a meadow, does it get any better? Yes, hearing the crunch of gravel, smelling the fragrance of meadow & woodland, sound of rain on tin, seeing the chandelier & lamps on at nite. Knowing you have a bolt hole.
Rescued culvert, above, has a new life, & the rescued chest, windows, shutter.
How calm the shutter looks, above, hiding the sink. Carpet, #89 granite gravel.
Nap, above, on the daybed in the Garden Room? Notice its pot feet? Having a chandelier & lamps is of utter importance.
Chandelier, for sale, alas borrowed from Le Jardin Blanc, hanging from the tin roof. Ugh, we had to buy the roof. Curtains? Jute erosion control fabric. Bedding borrowed from Susanne Hudson's home, & mine.
Disgusting 1980's French doors, from the dump, turned into something fabulous, below.
Our wagon, below, filled with a foray behind the barn.
A good man for this project was unspoken, below. Notice, we did not think 'crew of men'. Notice, too, more Field Gathering: old wheelbarrow, bed frame, & altar table on its side. But you already saw that yesterday. Oooh-la-la, notice the old bathroom sink in the Tara Turf?
Poppets, pay attention to the galvanized culvert, below.
How would you use it?
Lamps, plants, bust, ephemera; similar to interior table accessorizing.
Our potting table is viewed from front, back & sides.
Yes, poppets, those lamps are ON. Are you just now discovering you NEED a romantic potting table with lamps ON? 
View of the historic cabin, below, from the house.
Views, above, across potager & into her acreage beyond. Soon there will be a FOLLY upon that acreage.
2 Christmas cactus 'spoke'. My 1st nursery job (required: red shirt/kaki pants) was director of houseplants. When my 1st order arrived, a full 18-wheeler, you know who unloaded, into overtime, the whole truck. (Poppets this was before the days of immigrant labor. A college degree punching a time-clock & unloading trucks. Should we discuss my parent's horror? To this day, they abhor my career choice.)
Boulder steps, above, seen from the parking court. A few days ago there were no boulder steps.
Same steps, above, seen from the home.
Sunday, a client's soiree. She invited dozens. Meeting a delightful man & describing to him Tara Turf. Further,
telling him 'some locals' did not want her to have Tara Turf, aka meadow. Too many problems with tall meadows 'they' said. Full sail, go Tara Go, describing Tara Turf's fabulousity.
time with interior decorating. With the garden, she is on speed dial.
Pecan trees, above, with tall meadow. Hedging at the far side of the house, above, encloses a potager. Both, viewed from a pair of windows in the music room. 
Upon seeing the plan Rooster grumped, saddled in the chair above, "Why should I do any of this?" Kate let me hang in the humid lifeless air, alone. Raised by the Great Santini, darlin' Rooster didn't ruffle my feathers.
Rooster crowed again, "I don't care what anyone thinks...." Poppets, you know, Rooster became the red cape........ My passions inflamed, "Your home is beautiful, sublime interior architecture, antiques from across the globe, rugs, art to delight, books & more. Your exterior isn't you darlin' Rooster, it's good but not fabulous like your interior. I want you to be who you are inside, & outside, Vanishing Threshold." 
