A letter from The Lady
Welcome to Putnam Preserve
Dearest Neighbors,
Well, I do declare! π The Lady has gone and hung her shingle on the wider web at last. Pull your chair close to the candle, tuck that tartan blanket round your knees, and stay a spell.
This little corner is a keepsake box for everything we gather on the porch: recipes worth clippin' for the icebox π, the stories behind the places we pass every day π, and what's stirrin' from Hurricane to Winfield, Buffalo to Poca, and every holler in between.
The Lady checks her facts twice before they leave her writing desk, and she'll always tell you where she heard it. When she wanders past the county line, she marks it plain as day: Beyond Yonder.
Great-Uncle Hollis always said a full table and an open door never go out of style. So come on in, the kettle's on. β
Yours always, The Lady