The front porch looks great with all the boxes gone. The boxes had been stacked, two deep, as high as the window -- covering the window.
Brett wanted to go into town and look for shelving for the laundry room. The lumber yard was closed for inventory - the nerve. So, we went to the nursery instead. I bought lavender, salvia and penstemon to plant where the picket fence used to be. I traded my jacket for a sweatshirt, got to work planting and Brett got to work with the weed whacker.
|Lavender "Silver Frost"|
|Salvia "Hot Lips"|
Brett was weed whacking under the oak trees next to the dressage court. It looks like a park now. In the future, he should be able to stay on top of the mowing with his ride-on mower. We never did ride. The horses didn't seem to mind; they were very busy.
We finished up as the sun was going down. As soon as the sun sinks, it gets cold. I lit a fire, threw some sweet potatoes from the farmers market into the oven, and took a long hot shower. My shoulders ached from digging holes all afternoon. But its a good ache and my flower bed is made. Time for wine.