2. Brett finished painting the trim around the windows on the first floor of the house. When we had the siding replaced last fall, we had painters do the backside of the house and the trim on the upstairs windows. Brett doesn't like heights and I'd prefer he didn't go up a ladder, so that worked out well. After he finished the windows, he painted the kayak rack that he built, so it matches the porch deck. There are a number of projects in the queue right now; it feels never-ending.
3. Brett's friend, Marv, who lives on the dirt road that winds behind our property, went onto hospice Monday. It's been a sad week for both of us, but for Brett especially. This is the guy who first befriended us when we moved in, who gave us the history of the house and everyone who ever lived here, who showed Brett where the water lines were, helped Brett split our wood, mend our fences and cut down dead pine trees. He was outside at 7:30 every morning blowing leaves off his deck and driveway (I never thought I would miss hearing that sound, but I do) and he didn't stop moving all day. Brett, who works harder than any man I've ever known, could hardly keep up. His wife is an artist and avid hiker -- she took me on a number of hikes when we were first settling in. Eggs are one of the few things he is still able to eat and enjoy. The hens are in full production, so we are keeping him well supplied.
|When the chickens see me, they crowd up close "Got any weeds for us? Maybe some with muddy roots hiding juicy worms?"|
4. Sometimes it feels like we live in a bird sanctuary (which is fine by me). The donkey pasture is currently housing a couple geese and, more recently, a pair of Mallards.
Then, of course, there are the robins and killdeer and, my favorites, bluebirds.
|These are actually bluejay feathers -- bluebird feathers are much smaller.|
Wishing everyone a sunny weekend full of birdsong.