In the fresh fall of snow, David Boerman’s home, set back from the two-lane highway, looks like the typical farm in wintery Western New York. Down the long gravel driveway is a four-square house with an inviting front porch, a large red barn and several weather-beaten outbuildings, sheds and tractor-trailers. It’s when you peer inside those buildings, the full picture of Boreman’s life comes clear and where the name of his farm, the “Furniture Farm,” originates. Floor to ceiling and wall to wall, stacks of antique homes goods, tables, desks, lamps, gadgets, old radios, toys and even old washers, stoves and refrigerators. Boxes and bins brimming with nuts, bolts, wires and tools, lots of old tools. Through the doors, it’s an amazing maze of the clutter people leave behind, a collection of things looking for a new use, a new life, a new home.