
I live in what used to be, back in the old west days, the mechanic's shop on a ranch.  Now it's a 5 acre parsel of land with several little houses and the rock ranch house.  An old barn, a big shed, the corral and lots of horseshoes are still on the property.  And for whatever reason, there are ropes and chains and rubber hoses hanging from a surprising number of trees.  So, my house is made of the local rock and cinderblocks with a tin roof.  A typical Wimberley structure.  It's small, but cozy.  I love it here.  Oh, and the pattern on the red floral chair is alot more dainty appears here.  Not quite so Pee Wee Herman-ish.
 
















































