I'm not putting away my knee socks or winter coats, but all the wool is being washed to put away. I particularly want to note this for my record, because I never remember from year to year how the change of seasons actually progresses.
It was warm enough (62) yesterday to open a few windows, after removing the weather sealing tape. So this is how my spring fever begins, apparently. "What will do you when it gets WARM?" my dad would ask.
And big changes are afoot at our house.
She
used to hang here.
That "here" will no longer be there very soon. More to come!
1 comment:
Oh, I sense some renovations! Can't wait to see your progress.
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