There it was. The gate. The gate that never was...
Okay, it WAS a gate and it DID have an original location - out at the front arbor... but MyMister lovingly built it too short to be functional. So off it came and promptly stored to his chagrin. His chagrin was not the "off it came" part, but the "promptly stored" part. He dislikes clutter. I seem to have a penchant for it. Ahhh God is a funny, funny Dude with His romantic pairings, isn't He?
Here we are, Spring 2013 (sooo, this was a draft I found, collecting dust...) and today (in Fall 2017), I present...
THE GATE OF INSPIRATION IN ALL ITS GLORY!
Yep. A lot has taken place since this post was originally drafted. Not only is the back yard fully bricked, so is the front! AND with raised flower beds! Yeah. There's gonna be a whole lotta updatin' going on 'round this here blog this fall.
I'm feeling a bit writery lately. A bit, wordy and pictury. Pretty things, nice words, feel good stuff as I sift through the not so feel good, nice or pretty parts of life. It's not that those things don't happen in our WeWyntWorld life. I just don't want to rehash what was already sucky when we experienced it, you know? I mean, really - would you rather I *not* crop the above pic on the left so that the little pile of dog poo was clearly visible? Exactly. You, too, have the analogical little piles of dog poo in your life that you have no issue cropping out of your analogical pretty garden pics.
Until next blog (much sooner than 4ish years, I swear)... ~me
