We moved into this strange house in the middle of the summer, knowing that the house had been beautifully flipped but the yard was a travesty of epic proportions. I pulled cactus and dead rose bushes for months. Almost five years in the making, and the front yard is looking decent. We haven’t touched the back yard, except to put in two raised beds amongst the weeds so I can have tomatoes.
Although we have had the funds to do small projects, the fence has been beyond us. Every time we think we’ve finally saved for it we get some sort of a disaster. The car needs a whole new transmission, and the stove broke, and, and…
I think now this was probably fate.
In the week long rains of two weeks ago, the world softened. The rusty nails holding the fence together slipped free, and the fence collapsed – revealing a rather beautiful hedge of cypress trees that the neighbors had erected.
Brian and I looked at the glimpse of elfin style we had beyond the weeds and decrepit fence and saw potential. It looks like we’re just going to take down the back fence and enjoy the trees, since the hedge is a solid screen and we don’t have to worry about keeping any pets in. It will help us when we go to replace the rest of the fence too. That back stretch was the longest and most expensive. Bonus!
Now to find the time to take the old one fully down… Which I’m sure I’ll manage in a fit of tomato longing in the next month or so. This year, now that I don’t have to spend 20 hours a day holding a baby, there is produce in my future. I’m determined. And the baby can dig in the dirt with me. Just as long as I get the fence down first.
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Tags: Asher, baby, backyard, fence, fiasco, Gardening, home improvement, life, tomatoes, tract house, yard
My favorite red sheets bit it this week. I probably shouldn’t be surprised. They were a gift for Brian and my first Christmas together, and that means they’re about 14 years old; well used and very washed. My whale-like pregnant flailings to get myself out of bed to pee in the middle of the night is what did them in. I split them down the middle.
I bought a replacement set this weekend. They are VERY red. And the cotton has a kind of sheen to it that the other set didn’t have. They aren’t satin, but I feel like maybe I made a mistake. “Bordello” is not the style I was going for… Still, they’re comfy.
This kid has started to push on my stomach to see if he can get himself more room. I can feel his feet pressing slowly outward beneath my belly button. I looked down the other day when I was getting dressed to find that I have a lovely new set of stretch marks exactly where he’s been pushing on me. And just about the right width apart to fit a baby foot in between.
I started following Williams Sonoma on Instagram this week, and it’s been torture. I now want to make all the things, and I’m realizing that cooking is one of the hobbies I miss the most. I really don’t have the energy to be on my feet that long these days, though. I settled for buying one of the delicious lumpy pumpkins from Trader Joe’s this weekend. Last year we kept one through Thanksgiving for decoration, and then I made it into the best pumpkin butter to give for Christmas gifts. This one is butter-bound too, though right now it looks excellent on my hearth.
Brian bought an electric lawn mower this weekend, and mowed the lawn. Our previous mower has been broken for a while. We aren’t sporting a jungle anymore, which is cause for a big “hooray!” I haven’t had the gumption (or ability to bend over) to weed at all, so the yard doesn’t look as nice as I’d like it to. But it looks a million times better than it used to. Brian and I might have it sort-of together after all.
That’s mostly it for this week. We’re at 41 days and counting until this whole motherhood thing becomes real. I’m already ready. Too bad this kid isn’t fully baked yet.
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Tags: Asher, baby, Cooking, domestic, Home, lawnmower, pregnancy, pumpkins, red sheets, yard