The rain came softly the sound of it hitting the roof lulled me, enveloped me in a cocoon of serenity. Gradually the drops become more intense. I hear a hush, and then a steady cadence as they land outside my window. The darkness of the morning’s rain has fooled me, seduced me into complacency, when suddenly there is a rumble in the distance…
Tumbling out of bed I rush to the door, jump into my wellies, and run to let out my chickens and geese. Along the way I pray not to be struck lightning for coming out so late!
If you have animals you simply cannot sleep in!
After the rain stopped
I saw this through my studio window.
Mountain Farmlet update: Bob is on vacation this week, the plumbers come tomorrow to install new plumbing and get our water going again! They will be followed by the roofer sometime near the end of the week.
We are still peeling walls.
Remember that old-time fire damage I told you about?
Anyone out there recognize the strange patterning over the top of the fire damage? Hint: it is not mud daubers.
Thankfully long dead.
Between them and the fire damage the wood was severely compromised and had to be removed. There is yet another layer underneath what you see, and once it is out we will have to reframe this load bearing wall, and while we are at it we will frame in my pass through opening…
So I suppose there is a bright side in all of this.
However, I begin to feel as though Bob will be retired before we ever get to live here…
“The waiting is the hardest part.”
- Under Development: a new kitchen for the old farmhouse (pixilatedtoo.wordpress.com)
- load bearing but not load bearing walls (stephandlukerenovate.wordpress.com)