I'm getting ready to paint another wall. And as so often happens, it's not as simple as it sounds. Before I can paint, I have to move the furniture and all the stuff covering the wall. But before that, I have to find somewhere to put the stuff that I have to move before I can move the stuff that has to be moved so I can paint.

On this particular wall we have the old garden gate that had been part of the deer fence around our garden for many years. It has a really old hand-sawn wood frame and some ratty, mangled fence wire that's survived the years. I love that old gate.

On another wall, we have the old barn door. Hung over the top corner is the rope my hubby's dad used for his horse. And on another corner hangs a rusty bunch of barbed wire that he coiled up and left on a nail 30 years ago.

Next to that is our Cabinet of Curiosities. Odds and ends. Stuff we've collected over the years. Woodworking tools, grading instruments from hubby's days as a lumber grader, an old watch and chain, old kitchen utensils, a belt buckle, a tobacco tin, an old cigar box, a set of china Collies given me by my dad when I was a kid. Not much worth a nickle but I wouldn't take a million bucks for any of it.

After all the clutter has been moved, all that's left is a bare wall, in desperate need of a makeover.

An empty canvas. Sort of like each new day.

What shall I do with it?