I’m typing this post with my right hand only since I had my left shoulder operated on a few days ago. It’s healing very well but I have a huge sling/icing contraption that keeps my left arm fairly immobile.
In the mean time I took a stroll through the yard a couple of days ago and saw shoots of daffodils.
Like any large yard, we have microclimates: some parts of the yard are warmer and some are cooler. In front of the Cottage which has some nice morning sun, the daffodil buds were starting to open.
Sure enough the very next day these yellow daffodils are in bloom.
These 2 photos are of the very same flowers shot one day apart. It won’t be long before spring is truly here and all the bulbs will be blooming. My favorites are the delicate white ones that bloom later in the season, in the mean time I’m truly grateful for these yellow harbingers of warmer weather.
I love that daffodils are also known as jonquils as well as narcissi. By which name do you refer to them?
Most of our house is built over crawl space. There is one underground room that houses our furnace, hot water heater and sump pump.
Last year during Hurricane Irene our electricity went out and our basement flooded because the sump pump stopped working.
Water climbed up the walls about 6 inches and covered the pilot light in the hot water heater. We had an issue relighting the water heater but that has been resolved along time ago. (We couldn’t live without hot water, after all.)
The walls were another situation entirely. On the bottom of the cinder block walls grew a soft white crystalline fuzz that looked something like polyester quilt batting or fiberglass insulation.
We knew it had to gooooooooo.
So Charlie dressed in his hazardous materials uniform and washed down the basement walls with a chlorine bleach mixture.
Then he rinsed the whole place with water which he sucked away with our wet-dry vacuum.
I don’t go down the basement very often but it looks and smells much better.
Now we just need to add a few shelves or cabinets to hold the paint and tools we keep down there.
Do you have a dirty (but necessary) job awaiting you?
The Glade is in Maryland. Imagine our surprise while walking in Paris to discover “Le Maryland” at47 rue de Turbigo – 75003 Paris (Tél : 01 42 72 28 65)
Even sporting the Raven’s (Maryland’s pro football team) colors it its awning.
We didn’t stop in for a coffee but probably should have. When I tried to find something more to say about “Le Maryland” on the internet I discovered there is more than one in Paris. Is it a chain? Owned by someone with a connection to Maryland?
Do you like to travel? Have you found mysterious ties to home in exotic places?
Our sailboat, Tyche, is still up for sale. In the mean time Charlie decided to make a new hatch (the door into the cabin) using the old one as a pattern.
The hatch cover is made in three parts of 3/8 inch plywood which slide into a groove in the opening that leads from the cockpit to the cabin.
The new plywood sheet was not large enough to lay out the sections adjoined like they would be on the boat so we staggered them to make the best use of the wood on hand.
Charlie and I each took a hand in cutting out the pieces. Some were straight cuts, some were beveled . . .
and some had to be finished off with a jigsaw (or in this case, a Sawsall).
Each section is beveled to fit into the next section so water cannot easily infiltrate between the sections.
In addition a batten is screwed onto the back of each section of plywood overlapping the adjoining one to further dissuade seepage.
I painted the hatch cover with exterior paint to further protect it from the elements.
After cutting the hatch cover and attaching the battens, Tyche is now secure from wind and water. The sections easily slide into place and are further secured by the pop-top which allows headroom while in the cabin and security when the boat is docked.
Great job, Charlie! I’d love to check it off our “To-do List” but alas, it wasn’t even on the list.
Do you get sidetracked into projects that you never see coming? Do you put it on the list so you can check it off?
What a word! Handkerchief. Or the plural, handkerchieves.
I looked in my scarf/gloves/handkerchief drawer and found the following vintage handkerchieves all make of super fine cotton.
Also called a hanky, a handkerchief is a small square cloth used to wipe the nose.
I carry one more for tears than for . . . well, you know.
I’ve been in a service where a friend was moved to tears and I was honored to offer her my impeccably clean hanky.
My father always carried 2 handkerchiefs (an alternative correct spelling): one for him and a clean one for me.
Some are boldly printed with holiday themes.
Three green and white Irish theme handkerchieves one with a cut edge.
Some handkerchieves are both embroidered and tinted.
Some are delicately embroidered.
Handkerchief embroidered in white and grey – two tones for greater depth.
Other hankies have a more homespun style but still have some embroidery to distinguish them.
We don’t carry or use handkerchieves much anymore. They’ve been replaced by paper products. There was a time when a lady wouldn’t have been caught without one.
I think I’ll begin to carry a handkerchief with me. I might as well use the ones I already own rather than let them grow old and take up space in a drawer. Don’t be surprised if the state-inspired handkerchieves end up framed.