It’s been a long time since I’ve been in the woods (maybe this long? Really?) and so today I worked like a wild woman in the garden, clipping and pulling and planting and sweating buckets. I’m already sore. Weeding feels like a full-body workout.
Joe cut off some jeans into shorts — there was no stopping the man — and then realized that they were too tight and short for him (thank goodness) and made me try them on. I’m embarrassed to say that by doubling over the waistband, and cuffing the hems, they actually are a little bit cute, especially paired with a plaid shirt I picked up yesterday at the Hill Vintage and Knits opening party.
I spent the day covered in dirt, hydrating with Arnold Palmers.
Up close, things look pretty:
Three giant yard waste bags later, the big picture backyard is shaping up, too. I like that there’s plenty of room for improvement, though. Now that the fence is in, and the new walkway laid, I’ve set my sights on this garage corner.
That little stump to the right of the raspberry bush is the bane of the backyard. My dream is to turn that window into a little pass-through bar that I’m calling the “Flamingo Lounge.” It’s the least practical project ever, but how sweet would it be to grow mint and basil for muddling in a window box. The windows need lovely curtains and shutters, too. I’m already daydreaming about the accessories. Joe even got me the sign for my birthday. I think it would be nice to put some trellises on the side for growing hops, too.
Friday night, we sat on the patio with friends and homemade pizzas and Moscow Mules for a dinner before going to see “Moonrise Kingdom.”Have you seen it? For me, it was about how we tend to invalidate kids’ feelings, or not take them seriously.