As per my usual way of doing things, I decided to fix our kitchen midst every other golly gosh thing goingon—more on that soon. So here are some pictures of the before and almost after. I say almost because there are a few more steps in place before it becomes a finished ordeal. We are at a reasonable stopping place, but not a done spot.
I had this incredible helper who dug in with both hands. It was such a pleasure to work with him!
He got this picture of me proving my ever-lasting strength!
But true credit goes to the crowbar. Without a crowbar it would have been impossible...
This here is our new baby stove. Just in time to cook Christmas dinner too!
For those who are not suckers for garden pictures, you might
just skip this post. I happen to be a weak-at-the-knees flower lover, so my
self-indulgence merely feels like a hurray for the bounty of still blooming
life in my garden.
Our summer was mostly rainless; a lot of August heat, an
over deluge of wildfire smoke and some beautiful days tucked in here and there.
I believe my least favorite months are August and January.
Around here, February has the timid hope of spring coming and September has
turned the mild corner toward autumn. August and January just bring agghhk. Too
much heat or such a daily cold rain that even I look out and dream of a little
blue—and let me tell you, blue skies don’t bring me joy the way it does so many
others. My perfect weather is a smattering. The best days are grey and blue;
charcoal rain in the distance and then a bucket tipped so quickly onto the
un-expecting walker that you feel like you got swept right into the whimsical
weave of weather in a fairy book.
Either which way, I have relief that the torment of the
hottest summer month is over and the following pictures are in my appreciation
for the bits of garden that still thrive.