Did I mention the tree trunk in the center of this structure?
Soul-o loves it. This house has a story. It turns out the farmer next door helped build this house. I learn a bit about it every time we sit down to chat. He remembers, he's my age. Sharp as a tack. He cut this tree and milled all the big beams. Imagine that. This is upstairs where all the slice of pie shaped rooms are.
It runs all the way through, down stairs behind the woodstove and into the foundation. 
Most of the cloth I've unpacked will eventually move to the cabin. Story Cloth. Not just the stories I create with it, but the cloth itself. I've begun to remember, scrap by scrap. Will I remember? They are my friends, these scraps. I like to visit with them. I will relocate them piece by piece to the cabin. I'll make up some scrap packs as I go. There is too much for me to ever use up.
I'm doing the same with my old original illustrations. Sorting through , one by one, making them into cards. I was a lot more light hearted back then, when I was thinking of children's books. Story Paper comes to mind. I also have a lot of scrap papers, I guess they have stories too. Paper has become like cloth to me.
I’m so pleased there are stories about the house’s history. This is a magical place. The perfect place for you and your stories.
I’m so curious.
I love your house and its land. You are very blessed to have found such a unique home so close to your family. Your grandson must be a joy to watch here since there is so much to see. And to have a neighbour with all the stories for the house…wonderful. Thank you for your quilt piece. It found a spot in a small frame to wait for me to retire and spend time with it thinking about its next life.
Lovely stories to come in fabric and paper. Soul-O must love the cherry tree in his home.!
He does!!!
Such an amazing story Jude 💖🌸can’t wait to read the book 🤗🌻
Ha!
That little green bug, with what looks like fairy wings, it’s absolutely adorable! That house is waking up to its original magic now that you are the human occupant.
I am in a cycle right now of unpacking and releasing … sometimes a flow, sometimes a slog.
Believe me. I know slog…
I also love that little bug.
I was always imagining friendly beings.
Beautiful tree holding up your house, bet you give it a stroke everytime you walk past 🙏🏼 your little green bug cheered me up 😁
Your drawings make my heart dance a jig! No kidding – they are soooo happy-making and I’m just thrilled to bits you’re sharing them with us!!
As for your friends, the scraps …. oh jude, what a joy it would be to stitch with some of your shared cloth. I hope this idea becomes a reality and I promise (in advance) to take good care of any of your dear friends who might like to come to the Pacific Northwest to tell some stories💖
What an honor that might be 😊. Although we don’t have a cherry tree inside our house, there’s quite a few elder Douglas firs standing sentinel nearby … with, always, much to say and fortitude to offer.
(This is me 👉🏻👁️👁️👈🏻 waiting at your shop window …. 😂)
Hey, I look forward to sharing some cloth, along with it’s story, I think it’s nice to know…
Wonderful! That would be very special indeed.
Lucky Soul-O! How my cats would love to have a tree in the house.
Lucky you, too, to have a neighbor who knows the history of things.
My cloth bundles are slowly disappearing. There is more than I can use in my remaining lifetime so fabric is being gifted away.
good thing I don’t have a dog!
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Wow! So interesting!
A wild place for sure
Jude~ Gosh Jude…this just has me feeling warm and fuzzy (remember when “warm fuzzy” was a thing?! Ha)…it’s true. What a grand story of your house, perhaps a children’s Story Book in and of itself…the round Wild Cherry Tree Cottage and all of the beasts and stories that live there, come through there…each chapter or new little book could tell the story of that cloth/paper/weave/beast…the thread that runs through – a tall straight tree.
I love that you landed here. What a perfect match: you & house, you & land, you & family…etc. How lucky you are to hear these stories and make new ones. xo
Can’t wait to piece together the history. . .
Yes, piece together the old and the new and continue on!
Patchwork, in perspective…
jude, it’s mind-blowing that u found this storybook cottage so close to family. it was simply waiting for u. and for THEM. oh, the tales that’ll be written there! and sketches drawn. and cloth dyed. and weavings woven… whatta magical childhood for your grandchildren. and for YOU! the VERY BEST is truly yet to be! reminds me of … “sometimes good things fall apart so that better things can fall together…” could not be happier for ALL of u!!! x
My son found it, And I just knew it was the one.
I love that your son had the imagination to see you in this house! As someone else mentioned, this round house in woods where grandma lives will surely live on in grandchildren’s memories as someplace very special!
Yes, he knows me well. Crazy Nana!
I want to pick up that bunch of scraps and hug it, and smell it. There is story in smells, whether sweet or not.
Yes, the smell of old cloth!
It absorbs the scents of you and your home which is a nice thing.
I bet some of it is a bit smokey after this winter. Even I smelled a bit smokey. ha!
This is just the very best spot, Jude!!
It’s really amazing.
I hope u invite the neighbor in to see what’s becoming
There’s a housewarming party plan.
Children bring out the light. 🙂
They do!
Oh Jude, your house-and-home is just fantastic – I loved it from afar, from your first pic! Absolutely unique – the shape of it and the rooms in particular – & then, the tree. What a find! I’m glad you discovered the stories from the neighbour. And I love your drawings. Did I miss Soul-O? I’ll have to go back and see if I can spot him.
nope. he is looking for mice. I” try to get a pic of him climbing the tree.
I’m so glad the neighbor farmer can tell you stories about your house. It’s so unique and the story of its creation deserves remembering. So cool he helped build it! I bet he’s glad someone who cares and is interested the new caretaker.
Yeah, he grew up here, he’s got lots of stories ..
A good friend 4 Bruno
He gets to ride on the farm vehicles!
relocating the scraps piece by piece. . .I think you’ll remember where they are more easily, and the story will find its own coherence. . .with the tree trunk to call you back to taking care of yourself.
I think it will help me let go of the past and bring them all into he present, a more open style honoring.
I love that you are there.
Me too.
… thank you for your post especially this morning. I have followed you for years… and your post today has found a thread inside me that is grounding. I wish there would be a time and place where sharing was possible in place… perhaps it was the reference of the tree that ‘lives on’ through its presence in centre of your home and the stories shared… I live amongst the trees… they ground me when I give them the moment we both need… I love your work… you inspire the story in all of us… I think . thank you,
we are story, aren’t we? The world might be kinder world if we knew each others stories.
I could not agree more…
Agreed!
Such a beautiful thought… I will keep it close.
Your home is home.🌀 Jude and Soul-O, cloth and paper.
it suddenly feels just right
Wow, that’s amazing. How lucky you are to have a neighbor to tell you tales about the house, not only from observation but from being involved in the building of it. I love houses especially ones that have been lived in for long stretches of time by the same people. Those have so many memories absorbed in the walls to tell about the lives lived in them.
And the house he lives in used to be a restaurant!
Your drawings make me feel light hearted 💙 So glad you continue to share them!
The tree trunk was the first thing I was drawn to when you showed the inside 💚
The lightness is a kind remembering.
Your drawings would make such wonderful little books for your grandsons. Bruno could help you write their stories.
Yes, I’m scanning them for just that.
Our little lake cottage was rustically built in the mid 60s. We know because, when we took out the old windows to put in new ones, there was newspaper stuck around the jams. Ads of bras in the 60s! We did not keep, as they were deteriorating. Love your tree trunk!!! Do you know what species?
Wild cherry
How wonderful!
glad you found someone to tell you stories about building your house. houses have stories, my ‘new’ one has stories that the former, very temporary (any lying) owner tried to eradicate. me, i love discovering more.
yes, it helps me feel part of the place.