Garden Bench View . . .

Exciting times around here the past few days . . .
Ice maker on the fridge went ballistic . . .
In stocking feet, walking down steps to laundry level, my feet felt soggy . . .
Amazing what water can do outside of its tiny little hose connector . . .
Wood floors, carpets, papers, photos, boxes, art things, stuff . . . dripping wet . . .
Cleaned up, problem solved, repaired . . .
Next day . . .
Same area . . . hose on dehumidifier removed itself from floor drain . . .
Hollered . . . “we have another ISSUE down here” . . . water . . . much more water . . .
The Irish guy cleaned the filter on dehumidifier and must have jiggled hose loose from drain . . .
HELLO . . . ya think . . .
Cleaned up, fixed . . .
“I hope that is the end of the story” . . . said woman of the house . . .

Took to garden bench for a bit of reflection . . .
Mister Irish built a few garden benches for the yard, several years ago.
Moved one into a new location . . .
Brings a dIferent view . . .

Snickers likes it too . . .

Rain pounded down the front hydrangeas . . . we salvaged a large bunch . . .

Garden path Celtic Welcome, “One Thousand Welcomes” . . . needs a cleaning . . .
(Women of the house will get right at that . . .)

Welcome to those who believe in the power of dreams . . .
Who woukd like to join me in my exploration of life . . .
Bertrand Piccard

Stopping at Eileen’s Saturday’s Critters today . . .
love
lynne