I know winter seems like a strange time of year to do outdoor projects, but remember, I've never claimed to be normal. And with the garden asleep and the animals as dormant as they get, it's about the only time we have to get some much-needed projects finished.
Speaking of finished, my old grapevine pergola was just that. A salvaged piece, it was all that remained after a fire destroyed a lovely old home in our little town, and it had found a new home (scorch marks and all) at my new old home several years ago.
But all good things must come to an end, and the end finally came for my beloved pergola after the years of deterioration finally took their toll. Unfortunately, as the pergola was withering away, my grapevines twining up it were hitting their stride. I feared the inevitable collapse would not only mean the end of the pergola, but also the end of the grapevines. And that meant an intercession was needed.
So, enter my husband, who in one day of hard work, cleared out the old pergola and built me a new one. And just like that, the project was finished and the problem was solved.
Speaking of finished, my old grapevine pergola was just that. A salvaged piece, it was all that remained after a fire destroyed a lovely old home in our little town, and it had found a new home (scorch marks and all) at my new old home several years ago.
But all good things must come to an end, and the end finally came for my beloved pergola after the years of deterioration finally took their toll. Unfortunately, as the pergola was withering away, my grapevines twining up it were hitting their stride. I feared the inevitable collapse would not only mean the end of the pergola, but also the end of the grapevines. And that meant an intercession was needed.
So, enter my husband, who in one day of hard work, cleared out the old pergola and built me a new one. And just like that, the project was finished and the problem was solved.
And I was beat. After all, I did most of the heavy lifting...oh wait, I meant heavy breathing.
All I know is that the little bit of help I gave him caused a lot of huffing and puffing on my part, for the most part.
All I know is that the little bit of help I gave him caused a lot of huffing and puffing on my part, for the most part.
But there were parts that weren't too difficult for me to do, like tightening down screws...
Steadying up the frame while smiling at the camera...
And taking photos of my husband as he calculated measurements in his head, marked out exact lines, and shot exasperated looks in my direction as I clicked off the pics and chatted incessantly about the cold damp air and forecasted snow.
But he still loves me, and I love my new pergola...and him, of course.
And I can't wait to sit out beneath it this summer, watch the grapevine leaves flutter in the breeze, and dream about getting our next project finished. Or more ideally, dream about my husband getting our next project finished.
Oh, I'll help him, of course. I just hope the weather's a bit more comfortable and I'm a bit more in shape.
Huffing and puffing is so unladylike.
And I can't wait to sit out beneath it this summer, watch the grapevine leaves flutter in the breeze, and dream about getting our next project finished. Or more ideally, dream about my husband getting our next project finished.
Oh, I'll help him, of course. I just hope the weather's a bit more comfortable and I'm a bit more in shape.
Huffing and puffing is so unladylike.
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