This is the site of Mr. D's party last Friday. Every year he throws a party for people he works with, this year was a bonfire party in the corner of the Back 40. That tent looked pretty impressive from the road. Over 70 cars were parked from the tree line to the road along the gravel drive that leads to the wetland project further back, Mr. D even rented a porta-potty and a beer wagon. The weather cooperated and the fire was blazing. As a bonus, I got a box of leftover white wine to bring home--yum! The day after the party Mr. D and I returned to the fire to drink beer in the mist. It really was a splendid fire in that huge pit TB dug for us.
Speaking of the wetland project, I learned that special seeds are embedded in that mesh to keep them from washing away. The mesh also prevents the berms from eroding. The person I talked to thinks we'll see stuff growing in the springtime.
I promised yesterday to quit ranting and return with rainbows, sparkles and happy thoughts. Bright flowers still bloom in my garden:
All kinds of colors on the clothesline--against a glorious blue sky:
Bright yellow birch leaves:
Lavender still thrives beside the driveway. I need to harvest some more for drying.
Sparkles, however, are more difficult to come by. I live with all boys. People who want "dirt cake" for their birthday, play with footballs and shoot various guns. Nothing they own is embellished, bedazzled or sequined. And I'm not a sparkly kind of woman. Then I got to thinking about the cleaning and repairing tear I've been on around here and behold:
Windows that sparkle! Yes, I finally finished that dreadful job yesterday--including washing the screens. All that's left is making a dirt cake and running a load to the thrift shop tomorrow.
Other happy thoughts:
I have book club tomorrow night--we read Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn and it was amazing, fresh and brilliant.
We have leftovers so I still don't need to make dinner.
Mr. T's cross-country coach sent home each kid's record for the season, so we got to admire how he improved with each race.
Mr. B and Mr. G have their qualification test for their black belts on Saturday--the end is in sight.
We're down to single digits in our countdown to vacation.
Spill it, reader. What's rainbow-y, sparkly or happy in your world?