Phew! We are having a very productive time here and there is work happening everywhere, inside and out!
Number One Son and The Bride (who will need a new name soon, as My Mother would say that you are a ‘bride’ for one year, and she knew stuff like that or at least she said it with such certainty, that everyone believed she knew stuff like that) were here to spend time with family, as well as knock stuff down & burn it up. The old cattle feed in the North 4 has been reduced to a pile of ashes and singed barbed wire. What a difference a day makes and it is looking so much better. Last year this time, we were just starting to clean up and burn, so it is really exciting to think we might possibly be nearing the end of this phase, except for Number One Son as this is his favorite thing to do…
Dear John (no, not John Deere) has been working non-stop ripping out our windows, sanding, measuring, planning, double checking and configuring. He keeps saying he is having ‘fun’, and I just hope it is true as we could never, ever cover the work he asked to do for us with anything like mere money. We are grateful beyond measure and worry only that when he is done these windows will look so good, that the rest of the house will need a window upgrade too. (For his side of the adventure you’ll need to go to his blog).
I have gotten to spend time with my new friend, Dear John’s Wife. She is a card craft lover and has gotten some of my paper craft stuff out, which beacons me so temptingly! When I get a minute or two, I’m going to sit down and make a few cards, which I haven’t done since moving, and is always more fun to do it with a friend. We also weeded the big flower bed, it was sunny and hot and if left on my own, I’d probably have quit somewhere in the middle, but she excels in SAR (Search and Rescue) so she kept us moving forward, slowly and diligently, searching out each weed and ripping the little sucker out! I was so grateful and we were so pleased with our work, even though weed pulling is one of those jobs that is only noticeable when you don’t do it. However, we both know it is looking good.
Meanwhile Turk The City Dog kept watch from the safety of the shady porch, safe from all the farm things that scare him…chickens, horses, cow, other dogs…however he did find one thing on the farm he likes…cow poop…prefers it fresh and rolled in it after a small romp in the pond. Just goes to show you can take the dog out of the city, but you cannot take him too close to the cow poop.
PS: Yes, Turk The City Dog promptly had a bath, as he is staying in his home away from city, a trailer and his owners did not relish the idea of it smelling like cow poop.
