So the Southern Man and I started off in the morning...scraping peeling paint...then priming...and making sure we found the right can of paint...
then tackling the forsythia bush which is taking over a corner of the front yard...and then measuring boards to repair the back deck...
We didn't get it all done...but its a start...and makes me appreciate my wonderfully old house...it certainly has its quirks...but it also has personality.
As I was pruning the maple tree (which now has a little more room to breathe since the forsythia is cut down to size), I snagged one of the branches out of the pile...and then clipped a few hydrangea blooms...and a couple of stems of my bolted oregano...
I like to keep a vase of fresh flowers/greenery in the front hallway...its the last thing I see as I head up the stairs to bed at night and the first thing I see as I make my way to the kitchen in the morning
...just a little something to remind me...there's no place like home...
sharing my post over at Kim Klassen's Friday Finds...a weekly celebration of life's simple pleasures...
what simple pleasure did you discover this week?
