Voila!! This is the door to our new deck (which doesn’t yet exist).
We are building a new house, and it’s taking for.ev.er!
The photo was taken a few weeks ago and still no insulation. No drywall. No kitchen. No bathroom. No nothing.
Except this door. And the amazing view beyond. Sigh….
I can’t wait till it’s done and we can step through the door.
Linked to Norm’s Thursday Doors
Well, that’s a wrap, folks! Last week, we packed up and moved out of our family’s home – the place where the kiddies grew (mostly), and from where they were launched.
Well. Actually. The packing-up part took months and was a horribly, gruelling process – one best avoided. But never mind. It’s over now.
But last week, we closed the door(s) on this property and on particular period of our lives. We built this place ourselves fifteen years ago. It was a great experience for all of us, in a gorgeous location and we loved it.
The place is now in the hands of a delighted new owner, who has expansion plans of her own.
As for us, life is full of adventures and it’s time for a new one. So, with one last glance at that view, we turn our attention to the next project.
Construction begins next week.
I’ll keep you posted….
Linked with Norm’s Thursday Doors
“Perfumes are the feelings of flowers” – Heinrich Heine
These beauties are generously filling my dining room with all the feels. And they are glorious! 🌱
Caught with her head deep in a vase of peonies (on the dining room table!!!), Pippa seeks to satisfy her thirst. Never mind that a fresh bowl of water is provided for her daily beside her food bowl – where’s the sport in THAT?!
WPC – satisfaction
If there hadn’t been women we’d still be squatting in a cave eating raw meat, because we made civilization in order to impress our girlfriends. Orson Welles
All fall in!
Lined up and ready for dinner!!!
This lot arrived compliments of our generous neighbour… who just happens to be a lobster fisherman. A happy surprise phone call on a Sunday morning!
They were deliciously fresh, of course. But. Still. I can help but wonder just how hungry must the first person to eat a lobster have been …. (it’s a perennial question for me.). There’s a lot of amour on those “sea bugs”.
WPC – Order
In this instance, the road taken is the road that takes me home. Highway 103, heading south …
Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.
Anne Lindbergh (1906 – 2001)
A few forsythia branches brought inside to bloom….. because I fear it will be a very long time before they have the chance to bloom outside this year. They lift me up!
“Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.”
A photo for Macro Monday…