|Summer is gone and I've been feeling like the angel lately, pouty and sad.|
Unfortunately, housework doesn't fill that niche of creativity at all. No matter how many episodes of 'This Old House' we watch, I just can't bring myself to tear things apart indoors like we do outdoors. Our house needs remodeling badly, but we lack the funds and the ambition and most of all, definite plans for what we'd like to do with it. All I know is I want a mudroom and a bigger kitchen instead of a muddy house and a teeny kitchen. Ripping up a house is not the same as the garden, obviously. Life without a kitchen, no matter how teensy, is not something I care to live with just yet. In due time, we hope, but not this year, or next.
We added a few more courses to good ol' Aaargh this fall.
We have to finish one mess before we make another one. True, we cannot mortar on the stone building aka 'Aaargh' since the nighttime temps are so low now, but we don't feel like ripping walls and the roof off the house this time of year, either. Best to leave sleeping remodeling projects lie for awhile longer. Yes, my vinyl floor is 37 years old and breaking off in hunks all over the place, but I guess, look at the bright side, by the time we're ready to remodel, most of the ugly old flooring will be already gone and we'll have less work to do. See. as my Optimistic Carl says, 'There's always a bright side.'
Though I may be feeling downhearted about the end of summer, until there's a foot of snow on the ground and the rocks are frozen down tight, there's still time to indulge myself with yard work. This week's challenge was to finally plant the last of the trees we bought earlier this year. I don't know why we put it off for so long, I guess the warm fall weather lulled us into a false sense of security. But I'm happy to report as of tonight two 'Tina' Sargent crabapples, two 'Yellow Ribbon' arborvitae and some clearance perennials are now in the ground.
Carl and I worked tonight until after dark to plant and water them all in. It was truly a relief to have it out of the way. I also finished up my outdoor decorating, too.
Time for winter arrangements
I went through a bunch of spray paint that we had left over from repainting the railings this summer just to add some color to the urns. Being under the drip line by the garage, they hold up quite well until spring.
A look back at July:
The two cast iron urns by the back porch have more cedar and my little angel statues, one blond, one dark haired. My mom painted the statues to match our sons, Joel and David.
The driveway entrance urns are also full of cedar branches and Carl's stainless 'pussywillow twigs'.
Things looked much different in July.
My three horses have a good perch for the winter. I used a lot of cedar this year.
The garage urn in July:
Lots of cedar. Don't worry, you can't tell which trees I butchered.
Ernie the Urn is not to be outdone, he's sporting our Pipe Ball and white twigs, too. (And cedar.)
Still a far cry from what he looked like in July:
Same view, July:
Though I may be feeling a bit down in the dumps, the truth of the matter is I have so much to be thankful for. I have a loving family and a warm house, I truly lack for nothing. The change of seasons is a blessing in disguise, it will soon be time to concentrate on stained glass again. (And skiing.)
I hope everyone has a Wonderful Thanksgiving!