Thursday, March 6
Wednesday, March 5
At the end of last July, I was getting a little punchy and so I decided some demolition was just the thing that would both allow me to get out some angst and also do something creative and constructive while keeping an eye on Cedar while he played.
The farmhouse part of our house, its core, is 133 years old and the rooms are small and this one especially was dark. I had an idea of making a little passageway to let light and warmth through and so I made a hole in the wall with a hammer.
I snapped one grainy phone photo after I did so:
That is how it began.
A lot of hammering, sawing, framing out, priming and spackling, and it came out quite nicely. Fitting right between the studs, which are 16 inches apart, I formed an arch on the top just like we had done in our old kitchen. It joins the old part of the house to the newer addition from the 1950's and lets that light and air through like I thought it would.
It took months to get the project pretty finished up in fits and starts; now it only wants warmer weather to do a little more smoothing and painting. A few days when I can leave the windows open.
It's handy to hop through too.
Tuesday, March 4
Monday, March 3
On these snowbound, ice castle days I keep an eye on the activity out at the suet feeder. The woodpeckers are so spry and that uplift of red keeps me smiling. My heart stopped this week when the pileated woodpecker flew down to have a meal. When I see him there, I sneak up on him below the window frame and then slowly slide into view to watch him. Animals are pretty amazing; I really could spend my time doing nothing but watching what's going on outdoors and it would be enough. Of course, I don't do that and my life therefore is probably a bit more stressed than it need be.
Saturday, February 22
Friday, February 21
all shots 35mm film, ricoh camera
There is a snowmelt today. It reminds me of when Laura awoke Pa to tell him the chinook was blowing in The Long Winter. The rain is pouring down accompanied by grumbles of thunder and flashes of lightning.
Yesterday was warm enough to play on the front porch and clean up the ice sheets, move projects on to the garage, and widen the snow-banked walkway. As the mounds of snow on the back porch melt and reveal all the sunflower seeds we scattered there for weeks, our local birds are feasting; at breakfast the pileated woodpecker came down for a visit! I was the only one to see it, for Tim and Cedar were out seeking a sighting of a snowy owl.
A friend gave me a pair of paperwhite bulbs and I'm just about to pop them into jars and watch them grow. My body longs for living greenery. Are you doing anything to prepare for spring?