“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want—oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!” Mark Twain
Mr. Samuel Langhorne Clemens, (AKA: Mark Twain), words capture my mood perfectly. Everywhere I look, I see out buildings or logs or walls that need a good power wash, a fresh coat of stain or paint. When I walk out onto the back deck, I’m not gazing at the valley floor below, I am searching for the perfect location to put the new fire pit I bought myself last Christmas.
I find myself combing the boards on Pinterest. I’m searching for simple, inexpensive, DYI landscaping projects, from clever ideas for building the perfect bird house, to lighting projects, to flowering vines that could intertwine around the arbor that (amazingly) still stands at the head of the grass lane that leads down to our solitary apple tree.
I have spring fever. And luckily this year, I have a husband who has recently retired. I’ve a long list of honey-do projects, ten years worth in fact. He assures me he is ready, willing, and able to tackle the list. In thirty plus years of marriage and numerous properties, I have always been the one to plan our projects, do the cost analysis, and gather the materials needed. Nathan has always assumed the role of draftsman, carpenter, and site prep manager. Basically, I’m management and he’s labor, which suits us both. He loves buckling on his old tool belt, and I love hunting down a bargain. (Like buying a fire pit at Christmas when it was on clearance). I knew I wouldn’t be able to use it for six months, but at 70% off, it was a bargain worth the wait. After all, I’d waited 14 years for the perfect plan and right contractor to come along before I had our barn built. Six months is a piece of cake.
Thanks for stopping by and good luck on all your spring projects.
Deborah
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