Racing Father Time

There is so much to do around here before Fall arrives – hopefully Chris will get back from his vacation this week and start on our roof: we’d like to have that job completed before the PNW rainy season starts.

We haven’t taken but one day off in the past 4 weeks – we’re so stinking tired! Seriously: stinking and tired because there’s so much to do in such a short period of time, we are pushing ourselves to get things done; and end the day smelling like it and so tired we fall asleep on our feet if we stop moving most days. LOL

We repotted the Angel Wing plant the other day ... and in the process broke the top off the tallest one because it was awkward to hang onto while we tipped the old pot out; good thing this plant grows fast.

I stuck the broken top into a jar of water and put it in the spare bathroom under the skylight to root.

This morning, Hubs started building my planter boxes so I can transplant my flowers so they get a good root system build before that malevolent imp, Jack Frost, arrives with Fall (just 16 weeks off) and damages them beyond repair:

Bob building me my planter boxes ... 1 of MANY to be built.

While Hubs worked on the planter box, I tackled the front of the house curbside and started whipping it into shape – the previous owner’s curb-side tastes and my curb-side tastes are vastly different
…

I tore into the circular planter out front - the dirt is set like cement! My digging claw barely made a dent in the hard stuff.

I finally put the claw aside because the tines were worthless on this hard baked stuff, and grabbed my handy-dandy little shovel and managed to loosen & remove several boxes of rocky fill-dirt – I would fill a large box with the crappy dirt and haul it to the large garbage can sitting in the 4x bed: I did this several times. We’ll haul it off to the dump later on:

I can't believe they filled this circular planter with black-top chunks as well as rocky fill - what were they thinking ... WERE they thinking at all?

11-inches was as deep as I could dig in this rocky-hard-as-cement-crap. This will eventually be filled with good loose dirt and planted with Shasta Daisies. I like Shasta Daisies for curb appeal because they just seem to say “Hi, and welcome!” ;-)

I worked up a good sized blister trying to dig through that crap; I didn’t stop until I could dig no more. The blister broke open.

After about 10 trips from the circular planter to the garbage can, I decided to take a short break to catch my breath, let my old muscles relax, and avoid a heat stroke – it’s HOT here today. While I was sipping my lukewarm coffee and wiping my sweaty face on my shirt sleeve, I watched Hubs working on my new planter box …

Bottom boards being laid down.

Hubs is using cedar boards to build the box even though he is allergic to cedar sap – and these boards are wet-cut, so they are pungent: this is a real labor of love, and I appreciate it. I love the smell of cedar, but I also know it will cost Hubs in more ways than one to build these boxes, but he wants to use cedar boards because it will last a long time before rot sets in. I have a good man and I never forget that. Elohim blessed me when He brought us together :-D

Next I tackled this ugly mess - ALL of it is going; I don't like any of it. I’m not a green  plant person, I like C.O.L.O.R in my landscape, so I'll plant cherry colorful flowers in this space …

Bob's new recliner arrived while we were both working at our tasks; Bob is gonna love this lift chair; it will take pressure off his knees.

Last Friday we received a mortgage refund from the house we recently sold and it was exactly the amount needed to purchase a lift recliner for Hubs ... so we bought one for him Monday – and we thanked Elohim for ‘going before us and preparing the way’; we NEVER are able to come up with that amount of $$$ at one time, no matter how hard we try. Something always comes up that depletes the savings; but this time, thank The Lord, everything came together and it was possible ;-)

After the boys unloaded the new recliner, hauled it up the front steps, wrestled it into the house and set it up, I took another short break and finished the 1^st book in The Clan of The Cave Bear series. We’ve read them before when Alyna was about 3 years old (she’s 21 now), but they are good reads that really pull you into the storyline, so I bought them for 25 cents at the Library Sale a couple weeks ago and we’re doing round two with them:

We finally laid off work around 3 p.m.; it was just too darned HOT to continue. But we felt accomplished with what we had done so far. We had time to get to the dump before they closed the gate, so off we went …

I made a good dent in snipping these bushes down to nothing until it got too hot to do anymore: 3 azalea bushes pruned down to nubs for easier removal; and 1/3 of the evergreen bushy shrub pruned out, but even the big handpick failed to break up that crappy ‘dirt’ around the azaleas’ main root balls! Unbelievable. I'll get back “on it” tomorrow.

Sides finished on planter box 1.

Decorative beveled box edges. Planter box 1; top edge will go on tomorrow.

Bob's old recliner went to the dump with a large garbage can of that terrible fill-dirt and 2 large garbage bags of shrub pruning’s.

The garbage can will probably be filled again tomorrow, and hauled off again; but then it will be used strictly for catching rain water for my plants: the can is clean, no garbage has ever been in it – just this ‘dirt’, and that can be cleaned out with a simple swish of the garden hose.

I’ll start the 2^nd book of this series after I post this. And I’m so beat from working so hard today that I may fall asleep in my recliner before I finish Chapter One. LOL

Starting on Book 2 tonight ... and I may start a new design series on this earth timeline because I think the Pleistocene era is interesting.

Downtime Day

Yesterday we decided to take the day off from unpacking-and-setting up-in our new home; my hands ache from 4 weeks of constant activity so we just decided to lay back and take it easy until Monday. This past week I managed to unpack the majority of boxes stacked in every room, leaving 6 in the back room: not bad at all, and those last ones should be unpacked and tore down by the end of Monday (tomorrow).

The guys finally finished laying the flooring and I was able to move furniture into place last weekend while Bob put the fireplace together and set it in place, which was a good thing because Bob’s mother and sisters from calimexarabia and Nevada wanted to come and see “Bobbie’s new home” while they were up here for the annual Family Reunion at Cliff’s in Oregon. Bob and I worked like whirling dervishes this past week to get the window shades and curtains switched out too before they showed up Friday afternoon. Here is a glimpse into what has been accomplished so far:

New flooring and electric fireplace. LIKE IT!

Dining Room area.

Livingroom area; working on furnishing this side of the room - it should be fleshed out the end of summer. The Angel Wings plant will be repotted this week sometime - I have the pot, I just need to find the time ;-) I LOVE all the windows! This place is so white and bright WITHOUT LIGHTS ON, that I am always checking to make sure the lights are turned off. LOL

Curtain detail.

Hubs and I were up bright and early yesterday and started the day with a walk around the Park to familiarize ourselves with the layout – it’s a slow mile walk around the outer perimeter of the park and we have determined to do the walk every day … rain or shine. We started out from our carport and worked our way back home. The walk was relaxing and enjoyable: we met a lot of friendly neighbors and learned more about the community – all good so far ;-)

Heron Pointe Office, 1^st playground, and Clubhouse: just a short step away from any home in any direction …

Heron Pointe: the streets look like any neighborhood streets – sometimes it’s hard to remember that this is a Mobile Home Park; it looks more like a neighborhood with ranch style houses. Very nice, and we feel blessed that Elohim opened up a place for us here :-D

Heron Pointe: the backroad in the background is busy with Logging trucks using their jake brakes all day long, but somehow the Park mutes them to a loud purr; that is nice ;-)

Heron Pointe: 2^nd playground of the Park. This Park has people of all ages living here. And though the Park does not supply Security, this is a safe place to live because the applications are very scrutinized and backgrounds checks are very thorough; no one with a criminal background is accepted. Heron Pointe is a very coveted place to live because it is so safe.

Heron Pointe: Variegated Mini Hosta. I like hostas and have always wondered what a mini one would look like; now I know what to look for. The giant ones – like we had at our last house - would be overpowering in the small planting areas here.

We are thinking about checking this out; t will be a nice drive for me, and Bob likes bluegrass music.

Before we left Washington, we stopped at the corner store to grab some fried bacon and I pointed Bigfoot out to Hubs; how he has managed to miss the beast these past weeks we've stopped here is a mystery to me since it is B.I.G. enough to be seen on BOTH sides of the building, coming or going … but to be fair to Hubs, his mind has been pretty occupied lately with more important things than noticing Sasquatch hovering overhead:

Bigfoot sighting at Baker's Corner; LOL. Its eyes glow red in the dark evenings.

Crossing the Rainer Bridge that spans the Columbia River and touching down in Oregon, we traveled along the river passing through the various small towns this side of Astoria. Coming into Clatskanie I happened to glace to the left and noticed a fancy turret poking up through the foliage high above town, so knowing we had enough time to make a short detour, I asked Hibs to “drive up that hill there and let me take a peek at that fancy house up there”. I love old houses and antiquated building designs. He obliged and it was a treat ;-)

Clatskanie Castle. Cool.

Castle's front entrance.

The Castle is Clatskanie's Senior Citizen abode! Wow - those seniors are treated like royalty over there...

Most Seniors would not be able to use these regal steps, but it's another nice focal point.

The reunion at Cliff’s was great – like it always is; we love Cliff, Hub’s Uncle, and yesterday was his 80^th BD, though you’d never know it because he does not look 80 and he does not act like an old man. We had wondered how he would do after Sharon died of cancer a couple years ago; but new wife, Karen, is a wonderful hostess and good for him. Karen is also personable and her kids/grandkids are a good addition to the family also – very friendly and interested in our family as a whole. It is a good match :-D

On our way home, Hubs took the Megler-Astoria Bridge option because of all the bicyclists on the road back the way we came: they had not yet hit the road enforce when we left earlier in the day, but by 4 p.m., it would have been a nightmare to deal with the hordes of uneducated and dangerously tired bicyclists that make their annual hell trip every year at this time. I HATE the Megler-Astoria Bridge, but even I realized the wisdom of choosing that option. While high in the sky and hardly daring to breathe while suspended in the air as yet still MORE WORK as being done on that treacherous bridge, I glanced off to my right – trying not to glance doooooooooooooooooooown at the water – and noticed that the harbor was chock-full of ships; the ships anchored practically under the bridge and stretched into the faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar distance, making the last one a mere but unmistakable pinprick of ship color:

Ships in Astoria's harbor waters. In the 42 years we've traveled this way, we've never seen this many ships anchored in these waters.

I counted ELEVEN ships waiting to be loaded ... or unloaded.

Before heading home, we turned left at the end of the Megler-Astoria Bridge and made another detour to Longbeach, where I bought several colorful sea shells and 1 dusty blue starfish to add to my bathroom décor …

We got home around 7 p.m. tired from a long day, but relaxed and cheered by the lazy day and warmed by the comfortable warmth we always feel at Cliff’s.

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Slowly But Surely …

The guys were busy bright and early this morning prepping the new house for the new flooring:

Our new home doesn't look so 'new' today ...

Closet doors removed so flooring can be laid tomorrow. There are ELEVEN BOXES and 2 large plastic bags stuffed with various weight yarns stacked on the closet shelf - I should be ashamed, but I'm not. LOL

This tool looks pretty wicked doesn't it?

Around noon today a portion of our new flooring arrived and has been set up to acclimate overnight. The fellas will start laying floor boards down tomorrow morning:

The rest of the flooring will arrive tomorrow while these packages are being divvied up and laid out.

We have never done floors this dark before, but this really does look nice with the blonde cupboards.

Hopefully all the flooring will be laid in place by the time the Moving Truck packs up and hauls the furniture Friday afternoon. I’d like to be able to place the furniture in the proper room as it is unloaded from the Truck instead of stuffing it all in one room and shuffling it into place next week; it will be much easier with the movers doing the heavy lifting and positioning. Hubs and I can do it … but I’d rather not have to ;-)

After viewing today’s work progress and seeing how well the dark flooring goes with the cupboards, we first hung the mezuzah on the front door jamb to bless our new home, and then went out to the breezeway and started setting up the hose reel, and put together my Deck Box and set that up …

Hose reel hooked up so I can water my hanging carport plants daily in this hot weather. It was 102 degrees yesterday! That's mighty HOT in this perpetually wet region and potted plants dry out quick.

My Deck Box assembled and put in place behind Hub's Shed. I'm thinking we will eventually have to buy more river rock to completely cover the underlying plastic the previous homeowner laid down.

Deck Box stocked full of my Terra cotta pots, plant fertilizers, and pesticides.

I’m glad we got that finished and out of the way; now I can rest easy knowing Hubs can get his bulky man stuff in his shed smoothly. Things are coming along slowly by surely :-D

Now I gotta go online and find out how to clean my Terra cotta ware that I got practically free from various Estate Sales – every one of them is crusty and needs to be scoured thoroughly before they are used.

Hell Peddles Hell

When we were in town last week we happened to catch a glimpse of a local newsletter that had a cover promoting Skamokawa as a ‘Getaway Destination’. Hubs and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows and telepathically communicated to each other: Skamokawa a getaway? Are they serious? Then we burst out laughing. Then we decided to go check out what they were peddling.

I grew up in Skamokawa.

Hubs grew up in Eden Valley – a little farming community between Graysriver and Naselle. But he was familiar with Skamokawa.

Our families eventually moved “into town”; LOL. We both went to High School in Cathlamet, which was a river town, and though small was significantly bigger than we had experienced before. We met, married, and raised children in Cathlamet before leaving it 24 years ago and spreading our wings by living in several towns up and down the Pacific Coast & Columbia River (Hoquiam, Aberdeen, Raymond, and Kelso) before finally settling in the small city of Longview.

Anyhoo … we decided yesterday to take a day off from packing and hauling to just relax and catch our breath. So off we drove on a short roadtrip. A friend had mentioned the other day that her husband told her there as a “little Irish restaurant in Deep River”. Hmm. Not that we are aware of; there IS an Irish Pub/Restaurant IN Graysriver though … but she was adamant that her husband said Deep River. So we decided to check that out to ;-)

Before we left town though, we stopped at the new house first to get Hubs’ cutoff shorts; it was hot yesterday – definitely a shorts type of day. While I was moving boxes to find them (practically everything we own is now at the new house. It is frustrating to live between 2 houses), I happened to lift this one and started laughing when I read the label. Hubs looked at me and I said, “Oh man, this label is a liberals nightmare. The obamanites would be going crazy if they ever saw it!”

Humorous.

I eventually stopped laughing and hubs changed into his shorts. Then we hit the road. I have always liked the drive along the Columbia River and I freely admit that I do miss that weekly drive; but that relaxing scenic strip of highway is not enough to entice me back to Cathlamet. I was glad to leave and am glad to be gone from there. We do occasionally stop in Cathlamet for one of Lulu’s Hamburgers because they are the BEST by far, but that’s as far as we go. There is nothing else in Cathlamet we want.

We decided to drive straight to Deep River first off, and then work our way backwards on the way home to scope out what Skamokawa is peddling to the tourist. I personally can’t imagine what Skamokawa has to offer outside people would be interested in. Seriously.

Deep River is basically a dead spot on the map – there are still a few farming families left, but most everyone else has left. Deep River was once a fishing and logging community, but that died out decades ago. We been married 42 years and it was a ghost town back then when we were doing road trips down there on the Harley full dressed Hog. Deep River was a cozy comfortable ghost town back then, but it’s a dead-dead ghost town now. The floating walkway ramps between anchored boats are gone, claimed by the depths of the deep river; the abandoned stores have long since been swallowed by the creeping vegetation and encroaching forest, and there are only 2 or 3 houses left standing and inhabited in the actual town area itself. There are a few farms spread out in the valley, but mostly Deep River has been abandoned and is quickly disappearing.

Pretty little country Church. Historical Church in Deep River.

We drove the entire length and width of Deep River, but found NO restaurant there – especially NO Irish Pub/Restaurant: our friends husband must have confused Deep River with Graysriver because Duffy’s Irish Pub & Restaurant is right where it has always been – IN Grayriver, on the river. Duffy’s is not always open for business; but when it is, the food can’t be beat! The food is always fresh and made with local fare, homemade homestyle meals and pretty spendy, but you will get your $$$ worth and be glad you stopped in for a bite ;-)

About lucky mud … about 45 years ago a bunch of New York hippies moved onto a scrap of land at the end of West Valley in Skamokawa. They arrived close to Fall and since that is our rainy season here, they quickly and haphazardly set up a large encampment under large transparent plastic tarps. And they also quickly started insinuating themselves into the local civic governing of Skamokawa, Cathlamet, and eventually Graysriver. It soon became apparent to everyone that these {hippies} were not really hippies at all – they were in fact highly papered individuals who were intent on creating a nirvana for themselves: the leaders were a catholic ex-priest and ex-nun who ran the commune and 96% of them ALL held bachelor decrees in governing leadership, legal office venues, teaching certificates – including professor status, and 2 couples were musicians from well-established musical families, and several were engaged in free sex orgies including homosexual liaisons (I know this for fact because several of these people were welcomed into my parent’s house before I moved out of it when I married in 1974: my mother stayed in contact with them until she died, and 3 of my siblings still have contact with lucky mud). And they had MONEY – LOTS of money. In short, they blew in acting stupid and shiftless, wormed their way into the communities and set about their well-organized coups. They established an organization entitled, ‘The Friends of Skamokawa’ born and drafted at lucky mud and began their infiltration in earnest. In a little under 5 years, there was no place they hadn’t spread their tentacles and hooked positions for themselves: they set up legal aide offices, established a religious order catering to the pagan religions – some even openly practiced devilish religiosity in spiritually dead churches, held teaching positions in the schools, took civic office positions, set up restaurants that were cover operations for drug traffic, ect. The pseudo-hippies now {owned} Skamokawa, Cathlamet, and Graysriver. It was all very well planned and carried out. Big time drugs and mob activity began to move in … and mysterious deaths began to happen. We eventually moved out of the region.

So after recently reading the newsletter cover we glimpsed downtown, we were curious as to what the ‘friends’ were peddling now to unawares tourists.

We drove out to lucky mud and saw that is still a dumpy mess with ramshackle shacks passing as houses, discarded junk littering fields and roadsides … and wondered what on earth could possibly pass as “the Inn”. We caught glimpse of a sign in the blackberries along the roadway that pointed the direction to the Inn. As we turned up the gravel road, we saw a handmade sign tacked to a post that read, “GO AWAY!” What the …? But that is so typical of the greedy and grasping fletcher family. They want the $$$, but they don’t want the people with the $$$. If they are already sending double-messages to tourists that make the looooooooooooong drive out the valley to find their “Inn”, how do they expect their “Inn” to stay in business?

'The Inn at lucky mud', Skamokawa. Hmmm. The fletchers have come up in the world - no more living under a plastic tarp tent ... I wonder how many tourists it will take to pay off the mortgage on that fancy house?

Well.

That was the end. Literally; the end of the road, and the end of the curiosity. Nothing changes with these people; they are still duping the unsuspecting and unwise.

Shaking the dust of lucky mud off our big 4x tires and exiting West Valley, we stopped at Vista Park … past the church there that preaches Jesus and Buddha are the same (a concept put to book form written by a lucky mud devotee in the late 1970’s and published by lucky mud affiliates) … located where the old school used to stand. The ‘friends’ bought the land and have been trying for the last 2 decades to make it pay for itself. The Park is really quite barren and the beach is eroding away: the lapping river was alarming in its greedy appetite as we watched it behind the “DANGEROUS BEACH!” sign; we used to be able to swim in these waters, but now there is no beach to speak of anymore, the river has reclaimed the beach and is seriously eroding the Park property. And since they took out all the trees there is no protection whatsoever from the harsh winds that blow inland off the Columbia River; yesterday the winds were very strong and very gusty and blew curtains of stinging sand everywhere: it was hard to see through the sandy haze that whipped over the entire Park. We used the porta-potties there and at one point the wind hit it so hard and rocked it several times, that I thought the darned thing was going to blow over: seriously! I bet camping is a blast there – in more ways than one. We got outta there while we still had sand to stand on and some paint left on our 4x pickup.

Off to the side of the Park area are 2 yurts for the yuppie minded; that hillside is ALL shale and shifting pebbly debris … hard to stand upright in and nearly impossible to walk across because it’s so shifty underfoot, I don’t know how they have secured these yurts, but I sure wouldn’t rent one knowing what I know about that hill it sits on:

Yurts perching on the slope of Mole Hill in Skamokawa. Vista Park.

After we skedaddled from Vista Park, we looked for the “resort”, coming to the conclusion that resort must have many meanings because we never did see anything that resembled a resort, but we did see that the old ‘Hoby’s Store’ and adjacent old post office building had both been updated and modified and perhaps that is what they are peddling as a resort.

We're guessing this is the 'Skamokawa Resort' - the modified old Hoby's Store and Post Office.

Well I guess city folk might think all this horse pucky is romantic, but it just smells like snake oil to us who know better – and know the people behind the sales propaganda agenda: hell is peddling hell.

We did like sighting this ship though that passed by unawares of what lies ashore …

Big ship cruising the Columbia River in Skamokawa.

NEW HOME :-D

We have been thinking of downsizing for at least a year, and 2 weeks ago we finally decided to sell and move. We hired a Realtor Wednesday morning, listed our current home Thursday morning; and sold it Friday afternoon: Friday afternoon we looked at … and put a bid on our new home … and by Saturday morning we in in contract on BOTH homes ;-) This past Monday we collected the $$$ from our buyer and, in turn, put $$$ down on our new home. We got our FULL asking price and was able to use a large chunk of that money to buy our new home outright, owing nothing in a mortgage (Romans 13:8); so now all we will need to fork out each month is Lot Rent, which is a reasonably small amount - plus utilities & garbage fees, which can't be avoided. And repairs and updates on the new home – WANTS: wood flooring to replace the carpeting, a handicap ramp to replace the stairs so my poor old knees won’t burn and ache at the end of each day; NEED: a new roof laid before Fall arrives – the sellers refused to replace (or even fund half the cost of) the rotten roofing which is literally disintegrating as I type; planter boxes built and in place so I can transplant my flowers into them and get a good root system in place so they survive the Fall/Winter months, and a fence to keep the peace. These things are scheduled to be done before Summer ends: hopefully before July ends.

All of this week we have been packing this house up (we immediately sold a lot of furniture in a Garage Sale, and hauled a lot of other stuff we had been hoarding to the dump) and moving boxes from this house to the new one – we want to move at least 3/4ths of what is left ourselves to cut down the cost of the Moving Company we hired to move the bulky, heavy furniture left – the cost for the Moving Truck and 2 men is outrageous, so every penny saved is a penny earned … and I intend to {earn} at least ½ of what they have estimated in moving costs <:-O We were able to book the Moving Truck for this coming Friday morning - it's the only opening they had this month, and all we have left to move from here to there is 3 or 4 boxes that can’t be topped off until the eleventh hour … and loose things like a couple lamps, 3 or 4 pictures, and a few bins we can haul to the new house as the flooring gets laid room by room. The flooring should be picked up Monday & set out to acclimate for 24 hours, start laying by Wednesday and completed by Thursday ... Friday at the latest – that’s the Plan anyways, and we are praying it goes as smoothly as anticipated :-D

Elohei has been involved in this endeavor from the get-go and it has been a miraculous happening. If our Realtor and the Moving Truck Coordinator were not already Believers … THEY ARE NOW! None of this could have happened as it has … BUT FOR GOD. And we have given God all the glory and praise every day He had worked things out to our favor – the Realtor and Truck Coordinator have both been witnesses and have even said themselves that they agree ‘God has been working it all out’, because there is ‘no other way’ things could have come together as they have.

We wholeheartedly agree!

“God is good all the time, and all the time God is good.” Amen.

Our new Home - Hub's Father's Day Gift. Every shrub will be uprooted and replaced with flowers. Not sure yet if the tree is staying or not ...

We have made plans for these Front Porch steps to be covered with a looooooooong ramp because my knees are already rebelling against all these steps! The ramp will be easier on my knees ... and on our friends’ knees as well.

The Livingroom area. I fell in love with the ‘adobe-like’ arches and open floor plan – every room just flows into the other; the only doors are the outside doors, the bathroom doors, and the closet doors – that’s it. I like that. The carpets IN EVERY ROOM are being ripped up next week and wood flooring laid. The walls may eventually get painted - I like color. White walls make a house feel unfinished. MPO

The Master Bedroom Closet is very, very roomy; we can use one whole side for our clothes, and the other side to shelf and fit ALL my craft supplies into it. Very nice.

Master Bathroom is HUGE and has a full sized shower/bath AND a Jetted Spa Tub. This is the 1st thing I intend to use to soothe my tired and over-worked muscles as soon as we move completely into our new home and get things set in place ;-)

The Livingroom and Dining Room are one large and spacious room. These windows are great! A true answer to prayer: I like lots of windows in my home; windows bring the outside IN and brightens the house up. I REALLY LIKE that …

The Dining Room flows into the Kitchen. We love this open floor plan. That ugly ceiling  lamp is going to be replaced asap ...

This house has two skylights. This skylight is over the Kitchen island-counter, and the sunlight streaming down through it really lightens up the room: no lights needed until the sun goes down. I like that - I need lots of sunshine to beat back the PNW blues that come with the dreary schizoid weather.

Lovin’ the colors of our new home: Red/White/Blue! We may build a smaller ramp for these Breezeway stairs leading to the back yard. Our knees aren’t what they used to be and 4 stairs can quickly become the ‘enemy’. LOL

In the Breezeway is a little Shed for Bob's Toolbox and Saw Tables. This Breezeway Shed will be strictly Bob's; this afternoon I bought an extra-large plastic Deck Box to set in back of the house to store my Terra cotta pots and misc. gardening stuff in to free up more room for his stuff.

I've asked Bob to build me some looooong raised Planting Boxes to plant flowers and veggies in. The sun shines bright along the back fence-line and they should do well and thrive there. This morning we hauled 2 truckloads of flowers ... YES! 2 TRUCK LOADS ... to be transplanted along the fence line: foxgloves (gotta have those!), cabbage leaf begonias, geraniums, delphiniums, shasta daises (those go out front for curb appeal) miniature burros tail sedum, cala lilies, variegated lilies, carnations, 2 miniature roses, teddy bear cactus, tiger lily, hen and chicks sedum, 2 blueberry bushes (not flowers, but will be put in the general set aside area), chives, and 2 patio apple trees arriving Friday. Next Spring, I'll tuck some veggies in between the established flowers :-D We also hung 1 potted Begonia & 4 potted Geraniums along the Carport overhang.

I would like a small Red Paver Patio laid down in this area for outside relaxation. These ugly pavers are gonna go 'bye-bye'.

We are going to put a beautifying fancy Wire Fence along this border line - fences make good neighbors; and I want one laid out as soon as possible to keep the peace.

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