Our garden boxes are manifesting life better than I expected. Being new to the summer in the Phoenix valley I'm surprised anything lives. The cucumbers took a mighty hit when we transplanted them, but they are finally recovering and soon I'll be bottling pickles! The zucchini is flourishing. Was it a mistake to plant so many zucchini plants? I'm suddenly a little worried-what am I going to do with it all? There's a limit to how much zucchini bread one can eat.
The house we're living in is the one Danny grew up in. His parents have asked us to help them get it ready to sell, which means renovation. Awesome! I have so many ideas. I have spent, and will spend, and love spending countless hours at Home Depot and Lowe's and other home improvement stores. I have dozens of pictures from magazines and HGTV.com. It's hard to remember that this house is not mine and won't ever be, so it's not my design taste that counts in the end. Oh well, it's practice. I have painted five or six different colored splotches on the walls in the bathroom. I thought I was pretty good at choosing paint colors, but this house has proven otherwise. The paint in my sewing room/ Danny's office, for instance, was supposed to be a warm, happy, spring time yellow. It looks like banana cream pudding. Not my favorite, but it's ok in some lighting. I keep telling myself that the light in Arizona has a different quality to it, and that's why all my color choices have been flops. Who knows, maybe that's true.
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