Showing posts with label tear down 2 build up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tear down 2 build up. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Before and After Summer Projects

It seems unreasonable to me that we are already kissing October. I haven't really adjusted to summer being over and the fact that I am already confronted with weather that demands more than sandals and Capri's. There is something inherently unjust about this; especially given the fact that I spent a decade and a half of my adult life in either Sunny Southern California or the Land of Enchantment. Either way, the Great Plains weather stops for no man (or woman). Before it gets too far into the next season I thought I'd wrap-up the major projects of the last one.

Exterior house painting- this included 29 gallons of primer and paint-copious amounts of caulk, 4 ladders, men-folk dangling like monkeys from eaves and roofs, scaffolding, several paint spills and re-building the end-caps of the eaves. My awesome paint-the-house-tan is already fadding, more's the pity, but at present we live in one rocking freshly painted house.

Painted the basement floor-moved stuff, primed, painted, rinsed, repeated.

Extended the brick path to the east. Flower and I tackled this one, with  little help from Ethan and bossy knowledgable Dr. Dh.

We hayed the fields, which just makes me so happy. In addition, several more yards of trim were cut and made it up, including in the basement, and it looks fabulous. We had a mega garage sale, emptying out the attic, basement and several sheds.

More to come but when I list it that good feeling fades fast. Have I ever mentioned that this is like the never ending project? Regardless, we did get some big projects D.O.N.E. this summer and the house just gets better and better. What do you think?

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Monday, July 29, 2013

Girls Rock Brick!

Girls rock brick, that is!
Remember the brick walk from last summer? 
This is from last summer's major project- tons of bricks, sand, even pick-axes! 
We have enjoyed every square inch of it. Well, we had enough to do a short section to the right of the porch. I'm done with all of the painting on the outside of the house that I can do, so while the men-folk worked on that, Flower and I got down in the dirt, dug a walk-way and filled it in with brick. 

We did actually recruit Cub to help once he was done doing detail painting on the eaves. He didn't jump up and down or anything at the thought of having to help with another project. Luckily, we were almost done when he came on-board.

And here it is. So, why didn't it take forevah like the 30' brick walk?  A) we just went about 6' towards the side yard 1) because it's not used that much and 2) we were running out of brick (we reclaimed it from a building being torn down in town about the same age as our 85+ year old house) and B) we know what we're doing. We didn't use pegs and twine to mark off our walk, we just eye-balled it from the west side walk and lined it up with the main walk, dug, smoothed, laid out brick, smoothed the foundation more, re-laid brick, picked it up, smoothed it and then re-laid brick  (no, that wasn't a typo- getting it even is the tricky part!) and then sanded it in. I also transplanted some of the volunteer marigolds that came up in the little planters we made. 

This is the non-cleaned up version of the front view- still lots of mess from painting, and buckets from dirt hauling, but it gives you a good idea of what the walks look like. 
Total love. 

 2 days, 2 girls. Ka-bam. Do we rock brick, or what?!

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Fearless Roofers


You are probably sick of seeing pictures of my house by now. Sorry, but this is what has consumed our summer world. Some day soon, we'll move on to other things. But not yet.

And besides, this picture is really about the yahoos on my roof. Yahoo #1 and Yahoo #2- my boys. You can't really see it from here, but that roof is sloped. There is not a flat part on it. Same with the back porch roof (off to the left in the picture) and the 3rd floor dormer (see those windows on the 3rd floor? Behind them is our walk-up almost finished attic). Feeche and Cub have no.fear when it comes to the roof. They walk to the edge and haul stuff up and go back and forth, like they're on land. No fear. I mean, n.o.n.e. I do. It's not fear of heights, it's fear of falling, 'cause I seem to have developed a gift for that, even while on level ground. Even with that I got on the 2nd floor roof not once, not twice, but 3-count them- 3 times to paint. See all of that gorgeous color between the windows on the second floor? Yours truly did that. And I lived to tell about it. Not bad for a 50 year old with a trashed knee. Dr. Dh did rig up a rope so that I could cling for dear life, which I did, while holding the paint, and a brush, and my breath. Good for me, right? I get the amazing Mom medal of the month, right?!

It's almost done. Thanks, in large part to the Yahoos on the roof. 

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Slope-y Roof Love. Not!

I went on the front porch roof to paint, climbing out my bedroom window and feeling very brave indeed. I was fine until I turned away from the wall, looked at the very slope-y roof I was standing on and took a good look at the wide fields, and the long drop in front of me. Cue panic attack.

Color me chicken, and the front of my house not at all, because that was the end of my painting out there.

And a thunderstorm blew in tonight and dampened our attack of side 3. But we got it mostly primed and partly painted. I did just fine at foot 20 of the scaffolding. I mean, compared to the slope-y roof, what's a few ladder rungs among friends?

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Home of the Brave


That's where we live. Check out these brave people I live with. Dr. Dh up high on the ladder, painting the eves. He was up that high, facing front (25'), balancing a paint container for awhile. I finally stopped looking because, frankly, he is like Tarzan with heights (the original Feeche) and I am so not.

Feeche and Cub on top of the scaffolding painting the corner of the eves, and the bumped out part of side one, and Flower on the second floor of the scaffolding, laying down from sheer exhaustion. She has been the window painting queen, made meals and snacks, fetched water and painted her little heart out. I've painted all the way around up from the ground up to about 6', and done my fair share of all the rest, including keeping the kitchen down to a dull roar.. And just so I have a record of it, I  actually went to the second tier of the scaffolding and lived to tell about it.

We have side 1 done. And what a beautiful side it is. Once the scaffolding is moved, we're gonna eat and go catch some fireworks. Land of the Free, along with Home of the Brave. For which we are thankful. And grateful to those who serve, including Dr. Dh, who did 4 1/2 years Active Duty.

God bless America. Where the brave are celebrated and freedom rings.


 

Monday, July 1, 2013

Rocking the House Painting World

What can two 50 year olds + an 18, 13 and 10 year old get done in a day?
A whole lotta painting, that's what.
(along with a whole lotta scraping, priming, caulking, dead-board replacing and scaffolding moving).
Thanking God for Dr. Dh's rocking bi-ceps (love those in a husband!)
an18 year old who is a talented aerial acrobat,
and 2 kids who think the 25 ' of scaffolding is the best jungle gym of the summer!
 
So, like, if you're bored and want to join the fun give me a call ; )

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Brushes and Buckets!

Summer School 'round here has included some brushes and 5 gallons buckets!
The scaffolding has been up for a few days and we've been painting. We are sunburned and tuckered and paint dripped but the house is looking pretty spiffy. Well, some of it is. it gets worse before it gets better, right?

25 feet from ground level.
It's a great day for "UP" (with a nod to the good Dr. Seuss)
 Feeche spent several hours perched there today, getting the attic dormer scraped and primed.
Of course, he had to climb the scaffolding hand over hand, on the outside, to get there. Show off!
 
And just in case we forgot we were were Prairie dwellers, the wind blew strong and hard, with clear, clear skies. Not sure if we're sunburned or windburned. Can you spot the Feeche under the attic eaves?

The 10 and 13 year old scraped, painted, cleaned, worked, laughed and joked right along with the rest of us. Flower would like a trip to the beach, and Cub would like the largest Lego set known to boy-kind in appreciation for their labor.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Scraping Fools

We've got ourselves a little summer project going on....
 
 
In between practicing lines for King Lear (Shakespeare Camp, coming up!)  we are purging all of the nooks and crannies of extraneous stuff and scraping the house.
Between the old wood, the old paint and the dust my allergies have held council and are suing for divorce.
Can anyone say, every morning headache?
 
I think we will soon out distance the safety of our ladders- going to scaffolding soon.
Mom's rule #1 of house painting: No falls or broken anything.
 
Take a good look at how bad it is, 'cause in no time at all, it's gonna be gorgeous!

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Homeschooling in a Crisis -5 Days of Teaching Creatively

where the stairs to the basement used to be, next to where the kitchen floor used to be...
If you homeschool for any length of time, chances are that you'll hit a crisis of some sort. Life happens to all of us. We've had our fair share of crises over the years and hit a doozy 3 1/2 years ago. Our house burned. We were all home, we all got out safely and the house didn't burn down. But it was severely damaged to the point of being totaled by the insurance company. In addition we lost the majority of possessions (fire, water and smoke damage). 

4 days after our fire, while we were living in temporary quarters, my sister died unexpectedly.  While Dr. Dh and I boarded up the house, a friend and KB went shopping for enough clothes to make it through the the trip and the funeral. Our family drove 14 hours to the funeral and spent a week with family.  


Upon our return, we moved into a hotel for a month until we found a rental house, while we decided what to do with our mortgaged house. Meanwhile, we had to get the house empty. Because we live in the far north, and because of the amount of water used to get the fire out, mold was a major issue. We had to clean out the house or it would have been condemned, leaving us with few choices. Plus, we had to inventory everything for the insurance company. Yes, they pay, but you have to justify what they pay out. We did a line item inventory of most of our earthly possessions- item, date purchased, cost, years owned, depreciation.

We spent the year re-building, working hard to work alongside the contractor and God to create beauty from ashes. We moved into an unfinished house and fired out contractor, but not before he had billed us tens of thousands of dollars beyond our agreement. 2 months later my Dad unexpectedly died.

Oy vey. It was a rough time. The year after the fire I barely slept. Dr. Dh and I spent more time awake at night than asleep. And after my Dad died I couldn't wake up, didn't want to get out of bed. What was rough before became painful after. Who thinks, while their family is alive, how many hopes, dreams, future one has assigned to it? We'd had heavy, sudden loses and they hurt.

Did we continue to homeschool. Yes.
In the hotel we did a lot of what I call, "Swim school." The hotel had a pool. The kids were in it for hours. We watched a ton of movies (we had a motel suite). We cried a lot. We actually had an untoward amount of illness in our family (burning plastic, smoke inhalation, stress) and spent a lot of time doing nothing but feeling sick, going to the doctors, taking medications. We had to get the house cleaned out so we spent tens upon tens of hours at the house, cleaning, inventorying, throwing away, bagging up the possessions we had created a life from. I couldn't get warm for months and spent an unprecedented time in a hot shower. The kids took lots of baths. We did what we needed to do to take care of ourselves (when we had enough brain power to think that clearly) because, honestly, the lot of us were pretty fragile.

Our church besieged us with gift cards and we used them for meals, to get the clothes and belongings we needed. Friends from across the state and TeenPact sent suburban loads full of curriculum, toys and books. Church friends spent week-ends with us cleaning, inventorying, washing quilts, watching our younger kids, caring for us. The compassion that was poured out on our family was unnerving and I tried hard to warn people off with an admonition to "not be nice" but more often than not they were and I ended up crying. Seems like I cried the year long.

Once we hit the rental house, things became more stable. Good friends of our who own a furniture store gifted us with beds and many other friends gave us the furniture that we needed.

We continued to clean, and came to a conclusion about the house. We gutted it and re-built, and learned a ton of carpentry skills along the way. This counted as school, yes it did.
In the fall, we joined an established co-op that we'd been part of, years ago. They had both a co-op and an academic class day, providing 2 days of support- including 1 day of curriculum, complete with homework, knowledgeable teachers, accountability, and most important of all, someone else to make the decision. We'd had so many to make in so short of time, and have I mentioned before that I'm a muller, that it was a huge relief to just order the book I was told to order and drop my kids off on time at the library. The kids did the homework. They showed up. It worked.
Cutaway of the house- 18' hole where the kitchen used to be.
3 1/2 years later. We still have 1 major house re-build project left. We are still dealing with major medical fall-out. We still continue to homeschool. We have learned a lot. We have grieved a lot. But, mainly, we are fine.

My best advice for homeschooling in a crisis (be it situational or chronic)
1. Have structure, if possible. Establish routines if you can.  Our hotel served a full breakfast and 3 dinners a week- we always ate together at a table during these meals, even if we didn't always arrive at the same time. (and then, of course, went to the pool).
2.Stay flexible.
3. Make use of your "helpers"- this could be a co-op, class day, the library,  CD's- our younger kids were soothed by the familiar voices of Jim Weiss on SOTW and Adnrew Pudewa on IEW's Language Acquisition Through Poetry Memorization and listened to them for hours. There are scores of great on-line resources (SchoolhouseTeacher.com), for literally pennies a day. Invest in them and use them.
4. Take the time you need to care for each other emotionally and physically. Good luck with that. It's hard to do. Be intentional.
5. Study is worship and there is healing to be found in both.
6. Find a way to nurture yourself. My on-line 52 books in a year group, the weekly lit chat,  the book lists, the words of good authors, became a life-line of simple sanity for me. (My friends Robin, Jane, Dawn, Jen, Jan, Eaglei,  and so many, many others kept me grounded in good words even when my irl life world was sickeningly dirty and painful).
7. Remember as much as possible that life is seasonal, the season will change and time heals.
8. Whatever crisis you are dealing with, God knows, sees and cares. He is there with you. He loves you.
But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body." 2 Cor 4:7-10
Feeche,standing in the basement,
loking up to where the kitchen used to be.
 If you want more of the story, check out the Tear Down to Build Up posts, along with several under Family.
This post is part of a week of blog hopping hosted by The Schoolhouse Review Crew: 5 Days of Teaching Creatively; Day 4, Homeschooling in a Crisis.  


 
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Friday, January 18, 2013

House Fire Recovery Hack

 
Like so many things,  our mancala board didn't make it through the fire.
However, when you are in need of a game that is fast, fun and not age or skill dependent, Mancala is just the ticket.
Dr. Dh and Flower put a new board together with Lego's, duct tape and beads.
 (you can barely see them- they are the little white things in each well.)
An egg carton and stones works well, too. 
 
There are a number of ways to play Mancala. You can check here and here for rules and ways to get started.
 

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Mint-Chip Walls

 
"Not mint-chip walls!"
 
This is what happens when you send 2 males to take a picture- Oy vey.
We finally painted Feeche's bedroom walls- his room is in the basement under the dining room so he has the 2nd 6-sided room in the house. We painted the west wall green- it is more Irish green than mint-chip (phone pic), a HUGE chalk-board/ magnet board for brainstorms on one of the short walls and a medium sand color for the rest.
The room is actually really light for a basement- we have 9' ceilings throughout, and he has 2 windows, including an egress. It is such a great space- and now even better that we've moved beyond the non-personality bland white of kilz.
Feeche has a whole lotta life skills under his belt these days. It's all part of school, right?
Of course right!

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Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Humble Beginnings

This, my friends, is the humble beginning of an inexpensive and finished looking basement floor.
 
An Oregon Cottage has a terrific "How To" video and we are going for it.
DIY-paper-floor
Isn't is beautiful?
 
 

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Saw Love

We haven't been doing too many really cool homeschool lap books, unit studies or crafts, much to Flower's chagrin. Mainly 'cause, in our spare time, for the past 2 1.2 years at least, we've been working on our house re-build (for more info on the house, go here and here).
We just have a couple of major projects left. This does not mean that once we get those projects done, we are finished with the house. It just means that  we are living in a house that is as finished as most, more so than others, and still has room for improvement. Those projects are:
(drum roll please)
Cutting and affixing the wood trim on the second floor
Re-finishing the stairs and trim from the 1rst to 2nd floor.
 
 
One of the reasons this project has been left waiting is because we didn't plan on doing it at all. It really wasn't until almost a week before we moved back in (several months after the fire) that we decided to take out the old trim. We thought we could save it because the fire and water damage was minimal.
Enter Dr. Dh's Baby Bro.
He came to visit and to help put up the basement ceiling a couple of months before we moved back in and almost had an asthma attack every time he even got near the second floor. Why? Smoke, trapped in the wood trim.
There was a lotta trim. 12" kick boards, 6" trim around all of the windows and doors. This old house kinda trim.
So out it came, we bought more wood, stained more wood and then parted ways with our contractor.
 
But now we have a saw- in part thanks to aforementioned Baby Bro and Dr. Dh's Mom and Dad.
A saw for your 50th isn't a cruise or anything, but when you have hundreds of yards of wood trim in every closet in your house, it's almost  better.
 
Today, Dr. Dh and Cub put it together. I know it's not your run-of-the-mill homeschool "Share" but dry-walling, grouting, brick work, painting, and handling tools have been a huge part of our homeschooling endeavor for the last 3 years (see here for the list of projects completed in 2012).
 
And really, what could be better? A boy and his Dad, and a big old tool that cuts stuff.
I just heard Cub say from the living room, "This is FUN, Dad!"
Love that!

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Getting Aquainted- Tear Down (Part II)

 So, we gutted the entire first floor and basement. In fact, at one point there was an 18' hole in the house!

Our contractor finished all of the internal house workings (wiring, plumbing, HVAC) as well as the first floor, which included adding 3' to the original footprint to add a 1/2 bath off the kitchen (giving us a bathroom on all 3 main floors). We moved back into our house the August after the house-fire. It was rough. We had record rains and flooding and for the first time evah, there was water in our basement. Water, and our only working shower. All of our beds were in the living room and we had to wade through 4" of freezing cold water to make it to the shower. Depressing? Yes!
1 sump pumps and flood recession later... Dr. Dh and I, the kids and various mission minded people have come and helped us finish the basement and walls, doors and floors and more. Its' been a huge undertaking.

As we've re-built we've dealt with the death of my Dad (just a year after my Sister died), more pneumonia/ bronchitis and antibiotics than I hope we ever see again, other health maladies (stress, anyone?), a contractor who had much different ideas about what "finished", time and a monetary limits meant,  Dr. Dh's day and side jobs and homeschooling.

I won't lie. It's been exhausting; physically, mentally, spiritually. If I thought that God had ever pushed me hard spiritually before, it's been nothing compared to what the past 3 years have been like. It's been a time of testing, pruning, re-evaluating, questioning and working our heiney's off, as well as dealing with hopes and dreams and beliefs about my family of origin that can no longer come true. It's been a season of grieving what is past, mourning losses, appreciating what we've had and moving on. Oy vey. Words are cheap, living them is the difficult thing.


We moved here, believing that God wanted us here- I'm not sure why. I'm not sure I can tell you how we all knew/believed. But we believe that we were called out to this neglected piece of property to do 4 things:
Rebuild
Restore
Redeem
Reclaim
Looking around, we've participated in making that happen.

(where the hole in the floor used to be)
The fall of the fire we had been memorizing a section of Ecclesiastes. And it seemed a particularly apropos description of what God was doing in our lives. Tearing things down- literally and figuratively- our house, our family, our stuff, to build it up and create something new.
... a time to break down and a time to build up. Ecc. 3:3
So, there you have it. We've torn down this old house- on the inside at least. And we've been building it back up. We still have trim on the 2nd floor and basement to do; the doors, the floor in the basement and finishing out the room in the walk up attic. Plus a zillion little things like finishing functional closets, putting up mirrors in bathrooms and doors and light fixtures and other sundry things that are "simple" but take time. It's still gonna be a while till it's done 'cause we're just 2 people- my husband and I- and getting older, and losing our older kids to adult interests and out of state living, and homeschooling, and showing up for the day job.
Are we glad we stayed, instead of moving on?  We've gained skills- as have our kids- and that has been  worth it. We've actively participated in making something beautiful- beauty for ashes, literally- and that has been worth it. That being said, I've had to constantly refer to what I believe- that we are here, in this time and this place, for this season, for a reason. God has a purpose for all of the challenges, pain, hurt, tears, nausea, loss. And it's good. I don't know what it is yet, particularly, beyond the skills and the beautiful house, and maybe that's all it is. But it's good. I'm trusting in that.
"But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body." 2 Cor 4:7-10

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Sunday, October 28, 2012

Getting Aquainted part III- Tear Down?

So, what's with the Tear Down to Build Up posts? Well, 3 years ago- almost to the day- October 24- we were burned out of our house. We were in it when it started burning and managed to get everyone, the dogs and the Saxon Alg I math book (?!) safely out. The firemen came, along with 11 big heavy trucks that ran over a mouse, a mole (both found dead and flattened) and left deep trenches in our yard. The house was saved, but declared a total loss by the insurance company.(total loss is determined by bids and percentages- in other words, will the amount paid out by the insurance company cover the cost of the re-build within a pre-determined percentage of the value of the house).

Four days after the fire my 48 year old sister died.
A friend and KB went on a whirlwind shopping spree to get us essentials like undies, p.j.s, pants, shirts and shoes and we went to Ohio for a week to bury my sister. Upon return we lived in a hotel, Dr. Dh had a revolving affair with pneumonia and bronchitis, the kids and I cried and swam in the hotel pool for hours on end, and it was October in the Territories (read, severe weather coming soon to a partially burned house near you!).

The weather created a time crunch. If we were really going to re-build we had to get everything, I mean everything, out of the house. The danger at this point was mold. The 50,000 gallons of water on all of our earthly possessions would mold over the winter and the house would end up condemned. So we and a host of many people spent day after day and a month of week-ends hauling stuff to our very dear friends side-dumper, which then made it's way to the dump. But wait. We had to do a line-item inventory of everything we threw out if we wanted reimbursed by our insurance company. This included item, original cost, depreciation, where purchased, etc. etc. etc. ad nausea; 30 items to a page, 8 sections across.

We spent days in our dark, damp, freezing cold, nauseating house- literally, the smell was sickening, and our task was to sort through water logged, smoke infested things that we had once cared about; books and clothes and photo albums. You know, the stuff from which one creates a life. Those things. We rubber binned things worth saving and dump trucked 85-90% of the rest of the stuff we'd collected over the course of our 24 years of marriage, 5 children and 19 years of homeschooling. The inventory was important for 2 reasons. # 1- to collect content insurance, and #2 to get a tax break for everything that our content insurance did not cover (to the tune of 10's of thousands of dollars). So, as disgusting and heart breaking as it was to do, financially, it was a no-braineAfter lots of deliberation, prayer and getting bids we decided to sell the house as is and find another house. But wait! One more contractor came and gave us a very low bid. If it sounds too good to be true it is, right? But after lots of prayer, days of sleepless nights and more prayer, we decided to re-build.

Stay tuned for Part II..

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Before and After Doors and Hinges

Just another never ending project -the 2nd floor doors. We kept the originals, but sanded, stained and polyurethaned them. The hings and screws were brass plated but didn't stand up to tough scrubbing, like the knobs and plates did 'cuase they my friend are the real brass McCoy (see here).

Enter spray paint, baby.
Sticking everything upright in styrofoam was my brilliant idea. Clever, eh?
Dark metallic brown.


We did 2-tone on the doors. A light color on the main area of the door and the dark espresso stain on the detailed trim. The reason for this is that we did not want to spend the rest of our lives sanding detailed trim work. Picky, I know, but we still have the stairs to do. We have burned out 4 sanders already. Including a belt sander. The hardware guy at Sears was duly impressed.

Still a few touch-up spots to do.


And here is the overall effect. The kick boards and wood trim are next.
We bought a table saw last week-end so it's really going to happen...
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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Can't Leave Well enough Alone


This is the brick side-walk we finally finished 2 week-ends ago.


Dr. Dh has been wanting to mess with it since.
(Actually he's had this in mind for about 7 years. Finally got around to it. I keep telling him if he would just manage his time better he could get more done. Brouhaha. Seriously, if he dies first his epitaph will read, "I didn't get as much done as I wanted to.").

We'll be re-doing the middle garden bed in the spring (the one in the lower right of picture with the garden edging all torn up- we had to move it to dig the side-walk and wanted to cover yet another cistern 'cause the grass will not grow over it)..It will still there but re-configured.
 It defines a great little outside space for our front yard fire pit. In non-drought years you can find us outside on most spring/summer/fall evenings, going back and forth from the swimming pool, garden, roasting S'moes ("they're S'Mores, Buzz") and pushing cats off of our laps.


A small retaining wall for the front garden bed.
(please disregard dead stuff. Lots of trees, shrubs and perennials were dessicated by the drought).
LOVE it.
There's a small area between the side-walk and the wall that we've transplanted mini-carnations in to. When not in bloom it's a interesting grass like plant. See...