The Asian green bean arch with the cukes and sunflowers behind.
Wow. What a month. Round about the end of May, Chip decided that we didn't need to pay more than one more month's rent on his little office space in town, and that we could finish (the interior at least) the office we have been working on by the end of June. Now, keep in mind that at this point the building was little more than a roof and walls, with only naked studding inside. I knew it would be work, but I am always up for a ridiculous self-inflicted deadline, so I said "let's do it!".
Tomatoes in front & Rattle Snake pole beans in back.
On top of the garden / mini-farm work that we were doing (mainly watering everything to try and keep it all alive in this horrid drought), Chip's parents flew in for the first week in June which was followed by a week of swimming lessons for most of the kids. These things slowed us down a little, but Chip was all the while plugging away with insulation, wiring and then walls on the weekends. As soon as the walls were up, however, it was my turn to come in and start priming, caulking, painting and trimming.
Lilly with zinnias.
So that is where I have been for the last two weeks. Nearly non-stop. Coming in for a quick peanut butter & maple syrup sandwich and a glass of water and letting the older kids watch the younger for the most part. (Thank goodness this is not school time!) At the end of the 95 degree days, I am tired, so very tired. But grateful. Grateful for the cooperation and real help from the kids. Grateful for the past learning experiences of adding onto our little house... 3 times in 12 years! (When we bought it and plunked it down on our patch of dirt it was a old, tiny little cypress structure (with good "bones") of only 750 square feet. That first addition was before we moved in, and by adding two bedrooms we brought it up to a whopping 980 square feet. Subsequent rooms got us to 1,300 and then 1,680 square feet... where we are now.)
Scrumptious Juliet's & a few Roma's.
I am also grateful for the beautiful abundance of the gardens. There is always a bowl of tomatoes on the kitchen island not to mention the endless cucumbers, yummy beans and sweet cantaloupe. Someone we know once looked at our gardens and some project or another we had going on and pronounced, "You all work too hard. That is why you have no life." Excuse me? Ha! Apparently you have failed to notice that we most certainly do, and we indeed love this little life of ours! We work hard, but we play equally so. Even the teenagers, when hearing Chip relate the above conversation to me later, said indignantly, "What's wrong with our life?!"
So why on earth am I sitting here typing this silly ramble and not out painting baseboards? Because it is actually raining! Blessed rain! We have been so dry for so long. It is not that great a thing for painting plans, but the plants and trees are desperate for it.
Have a fabulous day!