home

Jim would be so proud.

The old steps at the front entrance were beyond decrepit. Nerve-wracking and treacherous. While I spent the day with Charlie, Colin made this happen. I love the smell of fresh-cut wood but I guess this will have to be stained or painted.

The little extra width on each step will be home to my shade loving houseplants when the weather comes to its senses.

Now what to do with the trashed out gardens on either side of the walkway. We sawed the evil holly bushes off at the root.  One project at a time...

flower power

You might say, "Such extravagance!" but, really, each of these cost less than a couple of visits to Starbucks, something I just don't do. Jimmy used to get me flowers on a regular basis for no reason at all,  and I never got tired of the gesture, especially when I let him know how 'day old' flowers from the grocery store were just as grand as the overpriced ones from the florist.  It feels like something he'd like me to keep doing for myself.   There was always one of those little cards with his handwritten sentiments...I have a bunch of them still.