Nothing fancy. Just pure functionality, honesty, and silence for the living space.

We have tools in our shop made mostly of iron and wood that bring me sincere joy while I'm at work.

The woven lodgepole pine broom seemed to fit right in. I was surprised that the placement of a household item could seem to bring an old ghost town to life!

Around here, they say there are two seasons: winter, and getting ready for winter.

The birds love it there in the spring. Trout rise on the water. Lily pads hover around the margins of the marsh. And then the wild rhododendron blossoms pop open. It is a piece of heaven.

There are a few snow flurries today. The air is fresh, but not too cold. Just a perfect day to get outside. This is the very best part of our job -- getting out here to soothe our souls in God's wilderness.

It is an honor to hold this piece of history in the palm of my hand, and to still make brooms with it today!

A little whittling. Some sand paper. Every branch has a story to tell. Then we make a broom.

Invented in 1810, the broom maker's treadle machine revolutionized everything.

Patented Sept. 10, 1878, our "new" broom press. It is old and grumpy, but still going strong for over 125 years.