Friday, February 07, 2020

Daily Notes- February 7th

                                                

The crab tree.  A color photo.  You can imagine you see a bit of brown in the shrub to the mid-left. We woke up to ice crystals and shiny walkways.  G put down sand.  The wire in the photo is the guard fencing around the hosta that grow under this tree next to my front porch.  Deer Food.  So I need to keep it fenced but with fencing that becomes invisible.  Texture.  And in the back- my horizon.  Always Brown turning to Black.  A change to Grey today.

I stopped doing laundry to come talk to you.  Three loads so far. Changing bedding on a kingsized bed generates so much laundry. I put the white linen duvet cover on the bed. It was one of the first I purchased and was on sale due to a flaw.  Today I mended the flaw along the top seam.  One side had a seam allowance the other (the flaw) did not.  No one will ever see my mending.

The Painter has gone home- he is putting the finish coat on the cabinet doors and the baseboard trim. He has the Atrium door to do tomorrow and then will be finished. Tomorrow.  I think the side panels of the bookcases will also get finish coat.  G has found the glass shelves.

A brand new snow blower is being delivered today.  And they are asking for only payment for parts they can't return.  No labor charges for the weeks of trying to fix the old snowblower.  And this one is like the one a neighbor lent us yesterday.  It swivels itself.  Turns itself.  Which G says is a wonderful thing. I'll take his word for it.

No cloth to show today.  I can't remember what I did instead, yesterday.  Something.  And tomorrow I have the Edible Landscaping class to teach at 10am.  Two people signed up.  Freezing cold tomorrow and sun.  G is thinking about fussing with electricity when I hit publish.  Changing out the switches on the three panel light here by my left shoulder.  Close to my computer.  We changed all the covers but some of the little up and down things are the wrong color.  He wants to fix that.

I may be here tomorrow or not.  Cross your fingers and click your heels.

1 comment:

Liz A said...

how the snow makes clearer the tree's structure ... crab-like in its reach