Finally, after months and months of procrastination I have cleaned out my closet. I filled three shopping bags with clothes, some with price tags still on them, and donated all of this to a womens's shelter. Just down the road from the shelter, I came across a cabin. On the porch a cat was surveying his domain. Behind the cabin was a smaller outbuilding; a bleached cow skull hanging from the door. And just across the field was a log cabin with a red roof. But what caught my eye was the stack of Zinfandel grape boxes neatly piled on the front porch; a great idea for a windbreak or privacy screen.