Carriage House – Fiction Friday

I am the carriage house that sits right next to the Story Mill House. I must be on the historical register but I can’t read the sign from here. I am falling apart, too.

The Mill House if Walls Could Talk

With a name like the Story Mill a place like this deserves preservation and telling. Even novelizing if it should come to that.

Late this October Morning

Nature is at her most fickle this October in Montana.