A few years ago, I went on a picnic table building spree. My theory behind it was the same as when building the blue bird boxes: if you’re taking the time to build one, you may as well build four. Only thing is, it was a lot easier to make the simple measurements, cuts and assembly necessary for the bird boxes than it was for picnic tables. They were not only far bigger, but because I was using all recycled/reused old lumber, each board had to be processed after cutting in order to clean it up before assembly. Bottom line – I confess it would have been so much easier to build just one, and to use new, store bought dimensional lumber. But here we are, many years later, with several new picnic tables all about the ranch, and I can feel good and “green” about having built them all with lumber destined for the wood stove or burn pile, but given a second shot at life.
Well, this past week, we moved two of these picnic tables down the new road to sit along the cliff above the Big River. One table is now outside the Little Cabin. A comfortable place to sit in the morning sun and enjoy coffee, in the evening to watch the shooting stars in the beginning of August, or on a quiet afternoon with a good book and cup of tea and the roar of the river behind you. The other is on the bluff shown above in the photo. We call that place Artemis Hill. That is where we laid the little horse to her finally rest. And now it has become of place of reflection, of rest, of relaxation, and rejuvenation. A place for us, for all, to sit and listen to the river, and to gaze up through the pasture and back at the magnificent and majestic Pole Mountain. I feel it is a simple gift. For our selves, our guests, and the mountain.
Nothing more than a place to sit.