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Home and Garden and Summer

Summer.  It's a beautiful summer too.  It has stayed cool and wet and projects are getting done. 
 My laundry room/entry/mudroom is getting a makeover.  I dumped it out the week I was teaching at VBS and it was so bad that I needed to paint it. 
 I ripped the cabinet down from above the washer and put shelves up that I can mostly reach.  
Now I need to finish painting doors and shelves and trim.  It's a major trick to keep it all looking like I actually did anything in there though because
 I have big boys and because I haven't taught them to clean as they walk. 
 I'm thinking it'll get easier when I get a garage. 


                



My Summer coffee place.  

I dug a rotted plank out of the shed and made a shelf above the piano.  And updated pictures of my favorite kids. 

And I revamped this computer desk closet in March.  I still like it so that means I did it right. 

Chat books and leather bags and a new current family picture framed.  A combination of things I like all on one shelf.

The garden is WAYYYYY tooo healthy.  including weeds.  I'm trying to just think of it as a fun hobby instead of a chore. So if I don't get to the produce I don't get guilty.  






Jeanie basically butchers this kitty.  Think it will live? 



A few of the pretty stuff from the Truss Shop party. 


We went to Oxbow Trail Saturday evening.  It was beautiful and perfect.  

We all had kayaks and they all caught fish and we had it almost all to ourselves.  





Sunday Church.  It's a pretty Nebraska building.  And beautiful souls meet there. 

Sunday evening after church at Grandpa's house with the cousins. 


Comments

Evie said…
I agree this is a beautiful summer for you. How is Nebraska recuperating from the flooding?

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