I’m Not Dead, and There’s No Money to Bury Me Now, Anyway!
You may be wondering about the lack of activity here on the blog…well, I’ve been keeping busy—just not here. A lot has been happening…like interlocking brick!

It’s a mucky job, but I am liking the idea of no more sand coming into the house. Yes, most people would have opted to finish siding the place first, but the weather’s still too cold, rainy and damp for painting shingles.
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I’m heading back outside—there’s O-pipe to deal with (drainage), lots more brick to lay (there’s a bit of a retaining wall happening to deal with a yard that slopes upwards from the back of the house), and later there will be muddy laundry and probably a tub to clean.
Oh…friggin’ great…Martha just informed me her ceiling is leaking. Again. Gotta go.
This is shaping up to be a fine long weekend!
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The first tulips mom ever gave me were ‘Blushing Beauty’—a spectacular pale yellow tulip with blush pink veining on 30” stems. Like most of my bulbs, these are in their third garden—having moved with me twice now—and it’s the first time since we’ve lived in this house that the rabbits didn’t get them (thank you, neighbours who now have dogs).
This weekend we got down and dirty in our yard, finally attempting to tackle the ‘Back 40’. Technically, this is about a 58’ x 6’ stretch of uncharted territory along the back of our yard, a large part of it formerly occupied by a row of overgrown privet hedges.
It’s not that these weeds are new to us, it’s just that they are relentless. And we gave them carte blanche to multiply faster than rabbits. They are both of the creeping variety, so they send out runners and show up wherever they bloody well please. In abundance.