While our remodel project is moving ahead with increased speed, the mess surrounding us gets steadily worse. This week, we've been preparing to have the house's exterior painted. The team's first step was to scrub the dirt off the facade but, before they could start, we had to move everything away from the house, which in effect meant moving these items into my garden. I know this isn't a forever situation but, as a neat freak, a legacy of growing up as the daughter of a hoarder, this stresses me out, making my garden a source of anxiety rather than the refuge I'd like it to be.
I appreciate how nice the exterior walls look cleaned of their dirt and grime but I look forward even more to completion of the painting process, which will allow me to restore a semblance of order to my garden. Meanwhile, the entire renovation experience has me considering adopting a more minimalistic ethos. I may not be a hoarder but I've got more stuff than I need.
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All material © 2012-2019 by Kris Peterson for Late to the Garden Party
If it wasn't for the fact that this bench occupies the middle of the path, it could be a comfortable spot to sit awhile |
I appreciate how nice the exterior walls look cleaned of their dirt and grime but I look forward even more to completion of the painting process, which will allow me to restore a semblance of order to my garden. Meanwhile, the entire renovation experience has me considering adopting a more minimalistic ethos. I may not be a hoarder but I've got more stuff than I need.
For more Wednesday Vignettes, visit Anna at Flutter & Hum.
All material © 2012-2019 by Kris Peterson for Late to the Garden Party