My Eden

The snow plow dumped the equivalent of several igloos on my driveway and I am marooned.

The only thing left to do is dream of past summers until I am rescued,if ever, so I'll think of the August day I moved into this house three years ago.

That first morning I didn't stop to locate the kettle in all that muddle; instead I threaded my way through a zillion packing cases until I found the sliders to the deck.

It isn't often that you have a palette as blank as this one. It was heavenly.



My daughter arrived with a car-full of plants carefully thinned out of the old garden. We concentrated on the strip closest to the barracks, er, house. I marked out the shaping of the beds and she dug them then and there.

Now it looks like this, or it will when summer comes.





No fair laughing at the bird feeder on the post. I adapted.

Hey, I Have an Idea

You know how it is on winter days.
The house-bound mind searches for ways to keep others busy, especially when one's carpenter son drops by and really doesn't need the aggravation.

"Stevie," I said-- okay I wheedled, "would you mind just chopping a little hole in this wall between the kitchen and the garage? I want a nice little cubby to store all my small appliances".

Luckily for me, Steve likes chopping holes in walls.All carpenters and firemen do.
Once he got over the idea my appliances were mouse-sized he really opened up that sucker and here he is looking out from the kitchen into the garage. it was bitterly cold outside and I assured him he was lucky to be working indoors. Sort of.

So a couple of days later I have my nice new cubby.

And Steve found himself insulating part of the garage to keep the cubby warm and under code. Then while he was here anyway, he fixed the downstairs shower and painted three rooms and one ceiling.
Tomorrow he is going to a job that pays him and he should be safe from my winter thoughts.

the Storm

We weren't hit as hard as other areas but we got our share.