I’m sitting on our (enclosed) front porch, watching the rain, the first rain since we’ve arrived. The porch has quickly become our favorite place to hang out. We usually bring our breakfast out here and read the Sunday Times which, with Ellie on the scene, really does take us the whole week to get through now.
I’m watching a stream of water pass past a window, which means that one of our eaves troughs needs fixing. There’s been a lot of that this week — hey look at that. We’ll need to take care of that — but none of it has been a surprise. I’ve tackled a series of very small, but nonetheless significant for me, projects: tightening doorknobs, adjusting light switch plates (which led to a small electrocution), denuding the “garden”, putting up hooks in closets. I am also the proud owner of a real toolbox. And a drill. Later today, I plan to deal with what appears to be a wasps nest burrowed under some dirt on the lawn. We’ll see how that goes.
We plan to head to the farmers market today, which actually runs three times a week. On off days, there are stands around town selling local corn, cantaloupes and watermelons, which we took advantage of yesterday. Northfield is surrounded by farms of all sorts and many of them have stands open to the public. So there is no shortage of fresh and, compared to Chicago, cheap produce:
And here’s a picture of our dining room, because it looks so fine:
Your place is looking so beautiful! Can’t wait to visit.
Love the dining room picture. I’m sure I speak for everyone when I say that more new-house porn is requested.