Waiting for me today is this beautiful frog. On the edge of my pond. In the soft green moss. How lovely a sight. How lovely a site.
Painting the Poem
Β Renovating our beloved 111 yr old house, again. This time, the dining room. Room by room we have made this house our home. For 22 years we have lived with no insulation in this room. So out comes the old painted-over panelling, the 50βs wallpaper, the lathe and plaster underneath, the 1960βs ceiling tiles... Continue Reading →
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