Why We Always End Up at Gary and Margaret's
I think everyone has that one place they retreat to when life gets a bit too loud, and for me, that has always been gary and margaret's house at the end of the gravel road. It's not a mansion, and it's certainly not featured in any architectural magazines, but there is a specific kind of magic that happens the moment you pull into that dirt driveway. You're greeted by a chorus of barking dogs—mostly rescues with various limb counts—and the smell of woodsmoke that seems to permeate the very air around their property. ...