Yesterday we measured, strung pieces of string, drove stakes, moved the stakes, measured and moved the stakes. This was so much fun I cannot describe it. Then for fun we chopped down some vines, dead trees and hauled a couple of trailer loads to the burn pile.
While the guys were intensely studying the plan and measuring, I snuck off to this place. And this place.
Today I was no good to anyone. No body parts that did not hurt. No new thoughts. No drive. No work. I even screwed up a crock pot dinner. Who does that? Now the wind is howling outside and it is 30 degrees colder than it was this morning. But guess what I found in the guest room?
This. And this. I think I will go in there , curl up under that quilt and read. Tomorrow is a new day. There is nothing as beautiful as a fresh new geranium against the gray of March.