I also hung a couple of old cow bells from the door and some chimes from the antlers overhead. For a final touch, I hung two large horseshoes over the door. In August, at Burning Pig Festival, my co-cook and old friend, Taylor Watts, brought one for each boy, for fun and good luck. Taylor raises and uses massive draft horses on his farm in Stateboro and in his carriage tour business in Savannah. So the shoes are real, and used! Sloan reminded me to hang them open-end-up, so the luck won't fall out onto the floor...
|Helping a little brother along a leafy trail...|
|Angus like the door bells!|
|Wow -- horseshoes!|
|Dad, we can feel the good luck!|
|Taking the high road home. Where'd all these leaves come from?|