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Things are happening in the office!
Pixie sighting through the window.
Tom sighting through the window.
Walls have insulation! Do you like the Texas-themed doors?
Decking is down for the flooring to come.
Bonus shot so you can see Paco photobombing.
Having a sheet of plastic as a back door is exactly what Pollock chooses. It’s much easier than opening our door (which he can do–when we have a door) and enables him to come in at will and inspect the work being done in the office.
Taken exactly one year ago today in the craft room side of the office. That’s the back of the craft cabinet that ended up on the curb (as did the bookcases and the bottom half of the cabinet behind it) with most of its contents thrown away along with it. But all that stuff stacked on top of it is in storage.
When I wish that the house would be finished and everything put back in place, I think of how many boxes are in the storage room that will need to be unpacked. It’s daunting. No matter how much I’ve purged, I’m betting there will be more purging when it all comes home.
Volunteer morning glory. These vines hitched a ride without our knowing it in plants we brought from The Compound a few years ago. Every time they show up anywhere on the grounds of Houndstooth Hall, it’s like our wonderful homes past and present are united.
Taken exactly one year ago today, after the first flood went through the library and we swept the water out of there and through the office. Then the rain started again, and it was more flooded than before, and a lot more of the flooring floated out the back door.
So… I’m not handling this anniversary as well as I would prefer. Enough said.
Well, now I know. If I want to get photos of bees, I need to try to catch the hummingbirds in the act of drinking from the flowers. No hummingbird photos, though.
The guest room is still a work in progress, but it’s getting there.
In this house, we don’t raise the roof. We raise the floor. And sometimes we do it while two different radio stations are playing at the same time, with lots of nail guns, hammers, and saws adding to the mix. It’s the sound of progress.
Many mornings, I stand at my kitchen sink and watch through the window as the bumblebees drink from the ruellia blossoms. So when I saw this in the Tiny Book of Tiny Pleasures, it seemed like a good prompt to get a bumblebee picture.
Periodically all this morning, I went to the window on bumblebee watch. If I saw any, I hurried outside with my camera. Look, I know we’re all supposed to be worried about bees and the planet, but I need to tell you, bees are assholes. Or maybe just camera-shy assholes. Because whenever I got there: no bumblebees. Here’s proof.
Not a bee.
Not a bee.
Not a bee.
Similar to previous not a bee, but still not a bee.
Similar to first not a bee, and also not a bee.
Almost bumblebee in color, yet decidedly not a bee.
They are all tiny, however. So they’ve been blogged.