The other day my blogging friend Linda posted about her new, beautiful deck. See how amazing it is here. When asked “Can you please send your contractor here to do my front deck?” she responded “Yes, Judith, for the price of airfare for him and his trusty and loving assistant, plus materials, he will be there whenever you like!”
Well I did the sums and decided that the airfare for two from the USA plus (obviously) accommodation, materials etc would make my front deck aka patio, far too expensive. And who knows, Linda and Rick may not even travel coach!!
So it was back to my original plan. The contractors arrived this morning but as it poured with rain very shortly after they arrived, this is what my front patio looks like at present.
Here in New Zealand few contractors appear to work on Saturday and so I am faced with this lovely view from the living room for the weekend.
As you can see, weeding has been put off while awaiting the contractors but if it doesn’t rain over the weekend I will get into the weeding. I am no gardener so of course I shall be looking for excuses – see my earlier blog on this.
Lotte will have a great time in the quagmire – it has been pouring with rain for four hours now. And can you imagine that long, silky fur once she realizes how much fun it is to roll in the mud?
“Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me follow, down to the hollow
And there let me wallow in glorious mud” from The Hippopotamus Song
by Flanders and Swan.
Anyway, take a look at Linda’s front deck – mine won’t look like that even when it is finished, but my patio will look a heck of a lot better than it does now.
Lotte has had a short walk in the rain and is ensconced in front of the fire, with her friends around her. I don’t think I shall be hearing much from her until dinner time.
And for no reason other than I think this child is cute with my dog, I am showing you Caleb with Lotte. Caleb is almost three and the grandson of a close friend. As you can see he just loves Lotte.
“The dog was created especially for children. He is the god of frolic.” Henry Ward Beecher 1813-1887, US abolitionist and clergyman.