I stopped by this afternoon, curious what might be done in just two days.
Walls. One window (my window) in place. More windows, and doors, ready to go in. A couple more walls (between the living room and the garage, and the utility room walls and the house’s interior walls… And soon a roof.
I sat there for about 15 minutes, enjoying the sun, the peace, the solitude. I am coping with the city living, but I am ready – SO ready – to get home.
I have a wall. Just one wall, about 30 feet long, but it’s a wall. Two openings for windows: Tom’s office and Grant’s bedroom.
It’s not much (yet).
It’s a start.
The above picture was contributed by my mother, the rest are from today, when I was finally able to make it out there in person during daylight hours.
Building, creating, dreaming… I so want a home again. An anchor, a refuge, a haven, a retreat, a place of quiet reflection and joyful gathering. It is happening!
The garden holds so many lovely things in the autumn.
A view of the blueberry plant that is under the bigger chestnut tree:
This is a detail of the fennel — the darker sections are completely done, the greener sections have a lovely, brighter flavor. I’ll harvest some soon to make sausage with them.
And the big news… looking “through” two walls (I was technically standing in Grant’s room when I took this) and the French door out my bed window!
And Grant, standing next to the wall of HIS bedroom, just to the right of the window that looks out over the quince tree (temporarily on its side…).
Okay, walls need a little more “filling in.” But, progress! And a stack of lumber to add on top of the sill.
And a week of dry, sunny days to help the construction team.
A picture of the floors after staining and before sealing:
And some pictures from earlier today (Sunday, October 6):
I am in love with the colors, the textures… even the depth of color. The areas that look “matte” in a couple of the pictures I took were covered in a very heavy dew. Which I discovered when I walked around in stocking feet!
The dog prints are mostly from the neighbors’ dogs. I don’t mind them. Most of them will wash right off (theory tested with the afore-mentioned soggy socks). And the rest, well — I never mind reminders of the life all around us!
Now I need walls. Strong, straight, insulated, weather-blocking walls. Fingers crossed!