Happiness Is.... A Work In Progress

I "borrowed" this image and would like to make it happen in my own bedroom or at least in the guest bedroom at the end of the long hall.  To see the stacked pillows and smooth white bedcover would be very Zen in a sometimes cluttered Life. And I walk down that long hall many times in one day.

I have the perfect fabrics for the large bolster pillow and the smaller ticking and barkcloth pillow. And I could arrange a few of my fabric "pages" or drawings on the facing wall.  I'll skip the ladder. But will need to remove the last bits of wallpaper and wallpaper trim from that bedroom.  And someday the room will need to be patched and painted.  Some of the papers stuck fast to the drywall.

The sun is shining.  Yesterday I hooked up the water to the garden and, as Grace often says, "gave water" to the plants.  The soil was dry and in some beds, even repelled the water.  Meaning the water rolled off the surface of the garden.  Didn't soak in.  More organic matter is needed.  I will take the wagon down to the composted leaf pile and shovel compost into the wagon and then up the hill to the garden.  That might be all I can manage in one day.  I am feeling my Age.

The soil is and always has been very sandy. It's what I started with so many years ago.  Acidic inorganic sand.  According to my Master Gardener soil surveys--the absolute worst soil.  I add compost each year and it disappears.  I think I am "winning" but that is only wishful thinking.  I think we will have to start collecting used coffee grounds from Starbucks again.  By the bucket full. Or I will have to start sifting compost from the three filled bins.  None of it sounding like something I want to be doing.

But after any of it:  the new shower and hot water and soap.