Posts Tagged ‘double swing’
Side Views
Asher and I spent a little time out behind the house yesterday morning in the space that I think of as our “side yard.” It produced this collection of views that caught my eye…
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I hope these provide a sense of the beauty and tranquility that we are blessed to enjoy in our little paradise. Maybe not so tranquil for the burrowing rodents that Asher seeks to root out, but otherwise, heavenly in the fall, under majestic old trees on a bright, sunny day.
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Long Goodbye
We are thoroughly enjoying what is turning out to be a superb stretch of end-of-summer weather this week. It makes me realize how many times earlier in the season we were subject to rainy days that interfered with our plans. Summer is showing us some mercy and executing a precious long goodbye with warm sunshine bathing the leaves that are transitioning to their brilliant fall colors.
Now if we only had some big plans scheduled for these gorgeous days. Instead, our next event is happening this coming Saturday, when the forecast changes from all sunshine to chances of rain. Timing is everything.
In the mean time, we are soaking up the beauty and relishing the picture-perfect summery-ness of these waning days.
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Doesn’t this just make you want to sit a spell?
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Side Yard
I was out trimming the grass beneath our double swing yesterday and paused to absorb the special space that is our side yard on the opposite end of the house from our driveway. It’s peaceful here all right. That is, when Delilah isn’t barking at the squirrel she imagines is ALWAYS taunting her from the tree above her kennel.
This is Cyndie’s swing that she calls her “Gramma swing” because it reminds her of one her grandmother had that was much-loved.
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Just beside the swing is Delilah’s home away from home, where she stays when we are away from home (or I am working on a tractor and can’t be watching her every move).
On the other side of the swing there is the wood shed, standing sturdy though several blustery storms since it was rebuilt.
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Looking toward the bright, hazy white sunny sky to the house, where you can see our outdoor fire pit and other swinging bench. Every time I find the opportunity to linger in the spaces back here I am consumed with feeling overwhelmingly blessed to have such a peaceful and enriching place to live. It is part of the whole that is Wintervale, but at the same time, it can feel so completely remote to the other areas. I almost forget there are horses living beyond the trees on the other side of the house.
It’s a place I hope many others will find an opportunity to visit in the years to come.
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Balance Restored
The wind blew all day yesterday, helping greatly to dry things out. Then it rained. This morning, the horse blankets and rugs that Cyndie had washed and hung out to dry, all got a second rinse and are in desperate need of some spring wind and sunshine to assist with the re-drying.
Oh well, that’s balance for you. Wet and dry, a little of both.
I found my balance again yesterday when my idea for a way to drill and file the off-center holes worked like a charm and progress resumed on Cyndie’s new double swing. All that I have left to do is figure out the gaps in the instructions where they failed to clarify locations for the remaining screws. Why do they provide pilot holes in some places, but not all?
Meanwhile, I worked on restoring order on the deck, driving raised nails back down where they belong, so I could bring out the deck furniture. That was a chore I have been avoiding since we got here, because it reveals the truth about how bad some of the rot is on several floor boards. Deck repair and/or replacement has now moved up on our list of priorities.
Why is that chair sitting out in an odd location? Because I don’t want anyone to step on the spot it is covering. I have already needed to overcome my natural inclination to move it, twice, when I remembered why I put it there.
Our kids and Cyndie’s brother’s families are visiting for the afternoon, so the morning will be filled with cleaning and preparations, then the rest of the day, eating and entertaining. Nicely balances out the usual daily demands of non-stop work on projects. The paddocks won’t receive much attentions, but the horses will probably enjoy a fair share of treats.
All is well today at Wintervale.
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