I seriously love trees. In fact, forested landscapes are on the top of the list of my favorites. I remember the thrill of exploring the woods as a youngster at Girl Scout camp, and conquering that amazing (although not altogether safe) tree house in our neighborhood. At this writing (July), the leaves are fully out and lush green, and our eldest just did a preschool unit on trees with our two-year-old granddaughter. The sooner she learns that trees are our friends, the better!
God evidently thinks so, too. As the recently Continue reading “Waste not; want not”
We drive old cars. No, I mean old—not vintage, not antique, not retro. There is no moniker of dignity you can put on the age of our automobiles. Case in point, the morning I approached the garage to go to work only to notice that both our vehicles had been “broken into”. I say that tongue in cheek, since one of the cars we dared not lock anymore, or it might be locked forever. I giggled all the way to work, since there was really nothing of value to take and the would-be burglars wasted precious time.
But they are paid for, they run (usually) and somehow Continue reading “Trade In Value”
Our house is a hybrid of the do-it-yourself series, This Old House, and the hilarious movie from the 1980’s, The Money Pit. Never mind that my kitchen is probably from the 1950’s; we are evidently concentrating on the outside for the time being. At this writing, our fairly large free-standing garage is being resided to match the main house we re-sided not too long ago. A few months ago we had a friend put in a brand new concrete front walk, which necessarily included two sets of steps (we live on a small slope.) He’ll be out later for the back steps and the driveway.
Try cooking a Thanksgiving dinner in a 1950’s kitchen. At least I Continue reading “This Old House, the continuing saga…”