Blustery
The winds from the south are huge. Hmm. It just came to mind that t0dler Megan’s favorite word for a long time was huge. She would really draw it out. Sweet memories.
This morning when I gazed out to the west, it looked as if I had a screen saver on the windows. The leaves blowing from the north was a non-stop parade of golden yellow leaves of various shapes.
One more item I wanted to accomplish before the forecast of cooler temps. The pail of black paint needed to be opened one more time. The threshold of our back door gets a beating every day. A new coat of black paint was in order. While I had the pail open and a brush dirty, I headed to the front on the house. The new deck was built over our original concrete steps. From the south looking north there was visible some badly chipped black paint. Not any more. My brush has been washed with the paint pail lid tapped down . . . I am done painting for the season.
I will say that my escapade of using the zero-turn mower yesterday was satisfying, My legs are telling me that the dismount of the mower did not go smoothly. Given a day or two, all will be well. I showed Dennis what I had found on the internet for assists in getting off and on zero-turns. There are two choices that seemed to be what is needed for the Grammie. Oh . . . not one or the other. Both on the mower seemed worthwhile. Watching Dennis it would be a good thing for both of us. One was mounted on the frame at the front tire to help in the dismount and the other was mounted on edge of the deck where where one would get onto the mower. I am not pushing it as the mowing for this season is . . . for all practical purposes, done.
May the weekend give you time to regenerate for the upcoming week. With that I take my leave. ♥