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thanateI've spent a bunch of the last week or so reading books & avoiding my computer. Not deliberately or anything; I just plugged it in up in the loft, and then didn't go up to visit it. Anyway, the bedroom windowsills are finally actually finished & installed, instead of just cut out. I opted not to resand & third-coat them, on the grounds that windowsills designed to be wide enough to hold cats or tea mugs are probably better off not being silky-smooth.
I went down to the Green Spring Garden Day last weekend and got a bunch of things including a baby birch tree of the sort that I could hypothetically make birch beer from when it gets big enough. (Betula lenta) I put it in along the side yard in what was probably the worst soil in the yard when grauwulf bought the place (um, with the possible exception of the back marsh which is pretty much a fine layer of awesome soil mixed with gravel, over gravel & cinder block bits. The cattails are thriving in it.) and discovered that three years of leaf mulching, planting stuff, and application of mycorrhizial slow-release fertilizer has turned it from dry clay & gravel to something dark and moist and really quite lovely. It's so nice when this garden stuff actually works the way it's supposed to.
Of course, I also put in the poor long-suffering persimmon tree in a nice large hole in the ghastly compacted post-construction crap, so I really hope it'll be ok when it gets to the edge of the amended bit. At least it didn't immediately begin looking miserable the way it did the last time I tried to plant it, so that's a good start. Now I am trying to pull out the periwinkle around the base of the main oak tree and replace it with creeping phlox, and the oaks are bombing us with acorns. They bounce and roll quite impressively off the new bedroom roof, particularly in the middle of the night.
We continue to get back promising results on the various baby pre-screenings. I haven't felt the kid move yet (though she obviously does quite a bit of it, at least during the ultrasounds) but I've noticed my body temperature go up recently-- whether actual or perceived I'm not sure. Progress is also being made on the baby quilt top; I've been taking pictures, but they're still all on the camera. Quilt piecing is one of those subsets of sewing in which there's even more "and now this is the boring part" than usual-- but once you've assembly-lined all the cutting & partial piecing you also have a point where suddenly everything turns from odd shapes into pattern in a very few seams.
I had a thinky post about parenting with regards to girls in particular which may re-emerge at some point, but at present perhaps I should go look up how to do the rose-motif thing I want for the quilt center.
I went down to the Green Spring Garden Day last weekend and got a bunch of things including a baby birch tree of the sort that I could hypothetically make birch beer from when it gets big enough. (Betula lenta) I put it in along the side yard in what was probably the worst soil in the yard when grauwulf bought the place (um, with the possible exception of the back marsh which is pretty much a fine layer of awesome soil mixed with gravel, over gravel & cinder block bits. The cattails are thriving in it.) and discovered that three years of leaf mulching, planting stuff, and application of mycorrhizial slow-release fertilizer has turned it from dry clay & gravel to something dark and moist and really quite lovely. It's so nice when this garden stuff actually works the way it's supposed to.
Of course, I also put in the poor long-suffering persimmon tree in a nice large hole in the ghastly compacted post-construction crap, so I really hope it'll be ok when it gets to the edge of the amended bit. At least it didn't immediately begin looking miserable the way it did the last time I tried to plant it, so that's a good start. Now I am trying to pull out the periwinkle around the base of the main oak tree and replace it with creeping phlox, and the oaks are bombing us with acorns. They bounce and roll quite impressively off the new bedroom roof, particularly in the middle of the night.
We continue to get back promising results on the various baby pre-screenings. I haven't felt the kid move yet (though she obviously does quite a bit of it, at least during the ultrasounds) but I've noticed my body temperature go up recently-- whether actual or perceived I'm not sure. Progress is also being made on the baby quilt top; I've been taking pictures, but they're still all on the camera. Quilt piecing is one of those subsets of sewing in which there's even more "and now this is the boring part" than usual-- but once you've assembly-lined all the cutting & partial piecing you also have a point where suddenly everything turns from odd shapes into pattern in a very few seams.
I had a thinky post about parenting with regards to girls in particular which may re-emerge at some point, but at present perhaps I should go look up how to do the rose-motif thing I want for the quilt center.
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Date: 2012-09-30 07:48 pm (UTC)A good metaphor for many parts of life!
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