We were just out taking a walk above the beach in town which is still closed off due to storm aftermath.
There was an estate sale in a classic red tiled hacienda and the only thing I wanted was this stove.
This fits into the category of what historically my husband has called "heavy dating." Our Sebastopol garden is home to many large rocks that were lugged home on unplanned "heavy dates." For example, one time coming home from my brother Lloyd's Northern California ranch we decided to take the back roads. On a beautiful stretch of lonesome road near French Creek west of the north south highway 101 corridor we rounded a corner and there, right in the lane, was a lovely large egg of granite. It was our civic duty to remove it and we had just enough room in the back of the car to nestle it in.
Is it in perfect condition? No. Do I have a place to put it right now? Not really. But it spoke to me.
My brother Steve understood right away. It's an off the grid, when the power goes out, cabin in the woods, independence, camp out and bake hot bread relic.