I found a door that reminded me sort of something similar. It was from a Shaghnessy mansion in Vancouver, and is over 100 years old. The door was in a brick entrance, but I never did see the house. Maybe it was like the secret garden, an old mansion where an old woman lived? I bought the door to install in the monolithic dome home to live off grid on my first farm in Thorhild. But Waste Management had ideas for that area as well and bought 18 quarters around me to put in a Class 1 landfill. I could not have an off grid organic permaculture farm next to the dump! So my dream of building the monolithic dome that I had spent countless hours doing the interior design for, was gone, poof, just like that. And the door remained.
Here, on The Fat Ewe Farm, I had visions of installing it in the big house, which is not a big house really, just bigger than the small farmhouse. It is a door that could invite a soul to come and tell stories, a door that might lead to something exciting, a door that opens to everywhere. So I wished to have it in the dome home, which is a half round concrete structure that sits like a ball cut in half on the ground. The door would have been perfect. My own hobbit house!
Alas, it is not to be and things change and times change. The door is for sale. Will some one else embrace the history and untold stories behind it and make it their own? I sadly and fondly will say good bye to a dream that will never be. Sigh.