Hungry Deer
Just a few days ago, I marveled at the one Hasta that was about four feet across. The rains had done it proud. This morning, I looked out the bathroom window and I saw stalks of what was left of the proud broad Hosta. When I went out and checked, there were quite a few that had been munched on. The greenery next to the Hosta, aka: weeds, were untouched. We are a short distance from a creek that leads into good coverage for wildlife. Discriminating tastes. Oh well.
Dennis called last night from Silver Bay. The three great grands are keeping him and his son Kenny busy and entertained. Good for them.
While I was at the church tables in the studio making plans for cutting some one inch strips, I got a phone call from my carpenter, Brian. He had his list of materials that the lumberyard would be getting ready for him. The yard will have it inventoried and ready to be picked up Saturday morning. His question was about the new service entrance door that will be going in. If I wanted it plain or with primer on it. I opted for the primer so to have it hung and with time to get paint for it. Any special finish would make it an order to be picked up later and he assured me, it would add to the cost. He also mentioned it would be good to put the materials inside. I assured him, the little red pickup would be put on the concrete drive while he and his partner worked on the project.
Brian’s Hispanic English is good if not a bit broken. Not so much broken as hesitant to make sure for the understanding coming and going. He can make his sketches and measurements very easy to understand. I make sure to speak slower. I know Dennis and I are very comfortable with Brian on board doing a good job. It’s still going to be an old garage made up and out of wood pallets . . . just with less maintenance on the outside.
It is heating up quite nicely outside. It was forecast, so no surprise there.
With that I will take my leave. ♥