Billie's Folly

This  phrase from the late 1700s seems apropos to send off 2020!  However, in christening my house in stone above the entry, I'll forever be reminded of this unprecedented year.     I’m the first to admit that my life and perspective were altered minimally throughout this year.  I’ve been extremely fortunate that my “pod” of family and friends has been free of illness or financial distress.  So far, the virus has not touched  my immediate sphere; and almost everyone I know is able to work from home.  It was a year of many firsts--my first year in 70 not spending the holidays with my parents.  But  my house building has been uninterrupted by restrictions,  shortages,  or tradesmen illness.  And I admit, my suburban bubble has kept me on the periphery of many people's harsh realities. For the first time in my life, I’m concerned about the mental health of our country.  Without rehashing it —the fear, unce...

I should start by reporting that my latest ETA for move in is the end of February.  This is fortunate--since my final date for vacating my rental is the end of February!  We're in the home stretch, but there are lots of details to be attended to.  And to be honest, at this point, another month or two doesn't make a lot of difference.  I just don't want a rushed and stressful move out and in. While a lot is happening on the inside, things are happening on the outside too.  The folks from Tanglewood in Maryland are here putting up the greenhouse.  It's in a direct axis line from my south patio doors (and actually through the entire house and the fountain outside the front door), and these two trees obliged by framing it nicely.  There will be double doors going through the greenhouse, and raised beds for vegetables on the other side--for the most daytime sunshine.  I'll probably have to surround the whole area with a fence to keep critters out....