These photos are place markers for words yet to come. In a few minutes, the boys will arrive to cut into the front wall and connect beams from the cottage to the addition. Buck and I have furniture to move somewhere to get it out of the way. When we lived in the stunningly beautiful Smoky Mountains, I would move from window to window, transfixed by the sight of a fresh snow fall covering up the mountainside and pasture below. I thought of that yesterday as I moved from window to window, here, hopping from one foot to the other in excitement as the bright orange forklift handed off floor joists to the framers to form the base for the second story of our home.
And in the afternoon, I walked the woods. It was just before a thunderstorm, and the air was fragrant and moist. Dewberries are beginning to form on the bushes down by the stream. New palmetto beds are emerging from the sand hills. Moss spores have begun to fruit, and the pines are sending out growth tips. I returned home refreshed, my hair a mass of wind-made curls.
Here then, a few photos before I get to work!
I hear truck doors slamming outside. Gotta run!
Another “lost post” restoration. Original written March 8, 2005.