Neil worked all afternoon in the 90+ degree heat getting started on the stone pathway in the front yard. The path will curve around the side of the house and connect with the path already there. We couldn't find stones to match it, but we don't much care.
Tools of the trade. Gratuitous shovel close-up.
You've heard of the 'dog days of summer'. These must be the cat days of spring. Hard to believe that, in this heat, it's still officially spring time in Tennessee. Buddy Cat can snooze most anywhere any time in any kind of weather.
The path is starting to take shape. We agree it needs more randomness. Those smaller roundish stones we bought at the Nashville Flea Market. Each one has a family member name on it. Neil is going to scatter them (perhaps randomly?) around the larger stones. Oddly enough, we found one with the year 1983 on it--which is the year we moved into this house. Now that's random.
My sister Jane and I are Dan Fogelberg fans, so I'll bet she remembers the line from a song called 'Comes And Goes' that says: "A woman's like an ivy on a pole. She wraps her twisted love around my soul." I was never quite sure what to make of that, but it's the first thing I thought of when I saw this vine wrapping itself around the stop sign pole. Just one of those random thoughts, I guess.
