Yesterday while I was out driving around I noticed that some of the trees have popped. Just a few days before they had buds and then spiky little leaves and then suddenly, LEAVES! This may seem like a silly observation but I remember years ago noticing that the trees went from buds to leaves in one day. BOOM. I tend to be amazed by small things.
Last year, our house was just coming out of a serious massive and traumatic reconstruction phase. I still have a hard time talking about it. But I will say, despite our driveway and back yard being trashed, and losing our deck, we have a dry basement, an office, a playroom, a family room (where we parked the TV that gets no stations) and a second bathroom! And a laundry room! Since our entire front yard got mangled from having gravel trucks and dumpsters parked on it for most of last winter, we got lovely new sod a year ago which hasn't yet sprouted dandelions. It will though. Trust me. I'm anti-poison which results in being pro-dandelion.
And I got some sweet nice topsoil. I may not have a big garden plot but I can grow some neat stuff. Next week I'm planting the veggies, in around all the flowering things. Last year I grew corn on the cob in one of my front yard flowerbeds.
Fatrobot showed this photo today. I love this thing. I really honestly love it. (Not the flames, I've seen real hot flame jobs and this isn't one of them but otherwise) I love this machine.
All that new room downstairs gave me some room to have a real legit dining room. I love it. We use it every day. It's a constant struggle to keep the table from cluttering up but I try.
The table was my Grandma's and the chairs were a Christmas gift to us from my parents.
When we bought the house it was all wallpaper. This is what we found when we scraped it off:
I don't get it. I guess you'd want that mess covered in wallpaper but why it was like that in the first place...and not just the living/dining room, it was like this all over the house. Stripping wallpaper became nightmarish.
I have all kinds of artwork and old b+w photos that I'd love to put up on the wall but once we got it painted, I can't stand to mess up that serene expanse of wall.
There's a guy from the Town Public Works Department parked in front of my house. He's been sitting there in his car for about three hours. He looks very bored. I feel like I should run out and give him a magazine but I can't decide if he'd like People, Canadian Mennonite, Spin, or Rolling Stone. But I won't give him any because he's making me nervous and really I just want him to leave.
Look how cute. With a dog like this, I always feel beautiful.