Say, have the storms passed?
Anybody who has read my blog for any length of time knows that I am terribly afraid of storms.
The weather people started early last week warning us about the upcoming awful weather headed our way for Sunday...tornadoes, severe thunderstorms, high winds, downed trees, hail, and dangerous lightening"...yesterday was spent waiting . Waiting for that storm. For me, it's a feeling like being on death row.
Somewhere around eight o'clock arrived a thunderstorm with lightening, thunder, and rain, causing our Direct TV to go out, that's all. The storm cloud rolled on north and that was it. I'm thankful.
I am still moving stuff around at the playhouse under the long legged tower, even dragged that old heavy cast iron Singer sewing machine base up, thinking it might look cute for the potting bench. Things look a little out of whack right now.
Smokey said, it's fine just the way it is, as he jumped, turning over a few pots! Kitty cats are such a big help! The building of a playhouse is the fun part. It needs more, maybe an old wash pot for holding water and some nails around for hanging small gardening tools and an old towel.
Our rebuilt little rustic sign that hangs out front in the moss. Moss covers our front yard. A dark green grassy yard would be nice. Poppy asks, why would you want grass when you can have moss, it's like walking on carpet. It's shade of green that bothers me.
Have I mentioned that Poppy has retired? He still works part time...four short days a week, and then off every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. He has more time now to get things done here on the teeny tiny farm...like nailing the legs on my little tower.
Better get busy. It's Monday!