This weekend, Hub Man and I put up the canopy on our 'gazebo'.
The simple act of putting a roof on an outdoor structure made it a room in my mind and I have been futzing with it ever since.
There has been a lot of moving things around back there in the last few days. Rocks from the front yard, hauled to the back, I moved the fountain..... again.
Everything got cleaned up and put in a more pleasing place.
I planted this Etrog tree that friends of ours grew from seed. An Etrog is a kind of lemon tree, the fruit of which is used in a Jewish ritual at Sukkot.
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I hope it likes its new spot.
The fruitless pear tree is doing its thing in a big way. Multiply this by 10,000:
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Here is the fountain's new home for the time being... [As Pragmatist knows, there IS no such thing as a permanent arrangement of anything at my house!]
(Though there IS a certain permanent DE-rangement of a certain Cupcake's brain functions...)
Ah, you can't get MY goat today ( ), the sun is out, it's Spring, I have running water....
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I'm also happy to report that my grass seeds have sprouted in the wonky part of the lawn. I hope they thrive.
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And here is my new outdoor sanctum sanctorium:
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The 'curtain' is actually a nice heavy linen tablecloth I bought not long ago at Goodwill that is WAY too big for my table. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with it when I got it. I just knew I had to bring that home it was such nice material. We had some shower curtain hooks in the cupboard and I strung some parachute cord on the canopy frame and now have a nice shady place. In the afternoon the sun beats down on that part of the yard.
Here are the dogs conducting the final inspection of the new summer room:
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I sat out there for the longest time this morning after putting the finishing touches on things and thought about all the work I have done this Spring getting my yard back into shape. There isn't one square inch of it I haven't worked on. And my poor sore muscles don't let me it forget either. But the thought crossed my mind, that except for the normal watering and weeding and a little more planting, I will be able to sit and watch the work of my hands grow and produce fruit, vegetables and flowers, God willing.
It felt good.
I was content.
And then I remembered this verse....
Micah 4:4
"But every man shall sit under his grapevine
or fig tree, with no one to disturb him.
For it was the Lord of Hosts who spoke."