When I was young, we had a bell that hung outside the back sliding door. When it was time to come in for dinner, my mom would ring the bell and we would come running. We could be half the subdivision away and we could hear that bell.
Last fall I purchased a bell from Amazon for our house. I didn’t figure that I would feel like yelling every time the kids were across the property and I liked the idea of the bell.
Yesterday I finally got a chance to put it up, at least temporarily. I grabbed a scrap piece of wood, that is badly warped, and hung it by the front door. Now, when it’s time for the kids to come in, there won’t be any more yelling. It will eventually find a permanent home on the new deck that will be built at the front door. Until then, this will do.
I shared these pictures on Instagram, but I like them too much not to share them here too.