“I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in. And stops my mind from wandering Where it will go.” The Beatles. This song was floating through my head, while painting these floating heads.
The opposite side of the laundry cart.
Farmhouse rehab has been taking up hours and hours of my time. Dog fencing is going in. 350 feet fenced thus far, another 250 to go. The lawn was like a hay field, so that got mowed today as well. No lack of exercise here. Walls are going up, ceilings start next week and it won’t be long before I can show you all something that looks like something. Packing, moving, purging, painting, mowing and fencing – oh and work too. Now I am ready to float through blogland and catch up on the millions of blog post I have missed this week. If you don’t hear from my you’ll know I’m under the weight of blog reading and I haven’t emerged yet.