I dreamed I was in an apple orchard at the peak of harvest season.
Actually there are dreams of getting some decent sized apples from the best tasting tree in the ridge top garden. After two years of suggesting by certain someones I finally climbed into the top of that apple tree and cut out upwards of two dozen, small to large, fifteen foot tall water sprouts from the top of the tree.
It is hard to tell the difference when the background is all bare branches. Trust me there is significantly less of the apple tree. The next step will be to trim out upwards of 70% of the remaining smaller stems and branches. Less fruit set means bigger and better apples next fall.
If we actually harvest and eat them, then the deer are far less likely to come in there and stomp all over everything while they are eating all the small fallen apples on the ground. Or at least we can hope.
The last piece of beadboard is on the bottom of the sewer insulation box and the other trim job is well under way.
A narrower corner trim piece will go along the edges of the boxes. Hopefully I can just reverse the corner trim and put it in the recessed corners on the sides and bottom up against the girder.
So if southern tradition says I need to paint my patio ceiling light blue like the sky to keep the haints away,
Why not dream about painting a real the sky up there?