It was not a hard frost, but there was a thin coating of ice on the bird baths this morning.
Having abandoned working under the roof when temperatures rose, Grant decided he could get that project sorted out today.
In theory, it was to be a small repair to a hole in the ceiling, but nothing is ever so simple!
It has involved pounding and drilling that reminded me of trips to the dentist when I was a little girl. Anyone of my vintage will recall that ordeal!
The problem with our ceiling started with a leaky air-conditioning unit which was replaced by the contractor.
Grant’s first task was to remove the old unit. Why would anyone expect that to have happened?
And before he could do anything else, the man had to lay a little flooring as he didn’t fancy dancing from joist to joist. The a/c unit had been somehow balanced.
It’s a bit like living in the house that Jack built.
You could say this should be expected when you purchase a house on the internet.
But isn’t that what you pay inspectors for?
It wouldn’t have made any difference if I had come here myself for a pre-purchase look, because everything appears fine.
A semi-disabled person such as myself should be living in assisted living or in an apartment where someone else takes care of all the tedious needs of modern life.
But after years of apartment and condo-living, I wanted my own space. I am fortunate to be sharing the house with someone who knows a bit about repairing it!
What I had not expected was that Grant would develop such an interest in the garden, clearing out all the invasive vines and brambles.
Two days ago the peace was shattered when he took on trimming the hedges.
Happily, the birds and small creatures appeared undisturbed by the racket.
The groundhogs are still popping up for carrots.
But they will soon bed down for Winter.
How a scene changes with the smallest shift of light.
Our pine trees change colour too.
Not really evergreen?
As much as I love trees, I know so little about them.
Seeing how deeply red my little trans-planted maple had turned, I went to get it’s photograph and it was then I noticed it has a partner just across the field.
Impossible to get the light right on both at once.
Little things of this nature give me such extraordinary pleasure, sometimes I think I must be a bit simple.
Like when I say to the marigolds:
“You should have bloomed sooner. It’s too cold.”
And I feel bad that they are alone in their flower bed.
And I worry about the doe that is sporting some sort of wart or growth on her forehead. We saw her again this morning and she appears alright. One can only hope they do not suffer. Life seems so harsh for them.
The two deer were down in the field when we went out searching, once again, for our adventurer. They looked up as we called her name.
Grant found our girl exploring a culvert and she was not happy to be fetched home.