I was cleaning the house intently. Hanging pictures on the wall of the living room.
WG: Will you marry me? His voice kinda skipped. (Very unlike him to lose his voice.)
We changed homes and moved from the city to the country (well sort of... three acres.) Bought a tall old farmhouse. Stories of that house, maintenance, horses, chickens, family, friends... or whatever I am getting feisty about at the moment -- you can find here.
|Port Townsend, Ft. Worden beach.|
|It seems like this is a summer 2013 picture - dead grass, daisies in full bloom. Note the chair outside the window? That would be one of the kids not having their key to get in the house so they clamber through my bedroom window.|
|The sign company said putting these letters on the boat would be|
excruciatingly easy. They sooooo lied.
|Front door painted. Cheery bright... orange?|
I avoided a pic of the clutter to the left of my door. You know, the fence posts,
garden plants waiting to go in the ground, mud shoes, clippers, feed bucket.
|One whopper of a rainbow while out sailing...|