@mymulberryhouse: The door, always open, invites the chaos in and more often than not, it stays ajar, propped by a pair of old boots. It’s a carousel of life. The children dart in and out, chickens knock expectantly on the stable door (true story) and it's never quiet, or tidy. This is the heart of the home, a place of soft messes and loud joys. A kitchen where the door is always open, and everyone, whether on two legs or four, knows they're welcome.