Inside Janet's farm, sun streamed though the front window, revealing a wooden table surrounded by chairs. On the table were pottery plates, bowls, and coffee cups of many colors. There was also a basket full of Clif bars, bags of trail mix, and miniature boxes of chocolate-coated carmels. Otherwise, there were no signs of current human habitation. No books, no newspapers or magazines, no coats on the coat hanger.
In the corner, was a studio table with pots of paints, paint brushes, plastic triangles, and artists pens. And -- as if no paper was available, but the farmhouse itself was a story book -- in a size appropriate for a large-print book, many words were painted in paragraphs on the walls.
