New House Update

      It is December.  We have had six weeks of thatching our burrow.  We’re not done yet, but here is a progress report.

 

    Not quite enough stuff yet.  Stay tuned.

     The piano waits patiently to vacate the now-cluttered garage and move into the music room.

    The television got replaced by the “new” antique step cabinet.  Looks like the books might have to go to make way for the tv.  Sounds like a familiar story.

     There are a few cardboard boxes to be emptied.  Where will all that stuff go?  We really had all that?

     Meanwhile, out of doors. . . .  I brought the chainsaw the last time I returned from the farm.  I went out Monday to do some serious tree trimming and removing unwanted volunteer saplings (upstart Aspens?  Not sure).  No chainsaw gas or chain oil.  Don’t blame me.  They weren’t on the list of stuff to bring from the farm.  Who made the list?  I shall do so another time, said Jack. 

     So, I fell to with the loppers. The trees’ reprieve was the shrubs’ expedited executuion.

 

   

  

   Healthful, invigorating trim, or butchery?  Idle hands shouldn’t get ahold of tools?

    The idea is trim now and avoid the spring rush.  It may backfire.  Spring may find me removing dead plants and planting new ones.

    

   One load of rose vines, juniper branches and whatever else has already gone to the recycle center.  Some pine branches have been held back in case Someone wants to make wreaths and other holiday niceys.