Friday night we had some unfriendly weather. That is quite an understatement, but we made it through unscathed and very thankful. It did, however, prompt us to go into the cellar. Not a basement, mind you, but a true cellar. It conjures one word for me....yuck.
It is the place where, once upon a time, mason jars filled the shelves to feed a family for winter. Now it serves as a impromptu storm shelter and storage area.
Old foundation stones, pipes, and electrical thingies abound.
Upon one beam there is a bit of artwork. Placed here long ago by someone unknown.
It makes me wonder if the artist was escaping chores, summer heat, or a storm himself.
Sweet drawings indeed.