By admin, on October 4th, 2009%
Guess where I’m standing!

While it’s not done yet, seeing the roof go on is a big step in the process, and I know it won’t be long! I am standing in the greenhouse that my sweetie is building for me!
A couple of weeks ago it looked like this:

Now it looks like this:

The framing is going in, to hold old windows, more clear panels and a workshelf for me that will run all the way across two walls. There’s plenty of height for hanging baskets of green lovely things and just enough room for a chair or two, to take a cup of tea to.
I can’t wait, but I’m speaking to hubby as if I’m the most patient lady in all the land.
“I’m getting tired,” hubby says.
“Okay, you can stop whenever you need to,” say I with my fingers crossed.
It’ll be done soon enough though and then I get to try for the first time ever growing things in a greenhouse.
Lynn
By admin, on September 13th, 2009%
I worked at my desk all day Saturday, but had to keep peeking out the window for a progress check. Of course on my breaks and lunch I’d go running out to see what was going on.

Thirsty men taking a break from building a greenhouse. A much-asked-for, wanted-for-a-long-LONG-time, with-old-windows-in-it greenhouse.

I say “greenhouse” because it will be full of old windows and clear panes. There will be framing, of course — places to hang little decorative things that a greenhouse must have. The front is 10 feet tall, so plenty of space to hang plants and things. Oh my, I can’t breathe.

That’s the man. I can still see him 22 years ago, fresh out of the Marines, muscles and all, toolbelt slung around his hips. Uh, I’ll stop there.

By the afternoon, a lot had been done, but it had to come to a stopping point. It won’t be done in time for my anniversary, but that’s okay. We had a couple of little things come up and it’s okay. I know my husband, and once he starts on something, he’ll get it done. I’m hoping some time in October.
Lynn
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About Lynn 
Approaching-50 mother of four. Thrifter. Content with lots of clothes bought for very little money. Loves retro. (That could be styles from the 40s and 50s. And sometimes stuff even older than that. And sometimes stuff from all time, all mixed up together!) Bluffs about decluttering but secretly loves STUFF. Goes through stages. Has standing and staring spells before rearranging the entire home. Just because. Tune in each day to see what new outfit comes home from G.W. Boutique next. (That's Goodwill, by the way.) Oh, and she owns a spoiled beagle named Annie. And this blog.
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The Players
Lil Ol' Me
Son Daniel, 23
Son, Big Joe, 21
Son, John, 17
Daughter, Michaela, 13
Annie Fatso Beagle
My Symphony
To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony.
William Henry Channing
1810-1884
What You Do Sow a thought, reap an action.
Sow an action, reap a habit.
Sow a habit, reap a character.
Sow a character, reap a destiny.
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