The pressure washer and I had a serious date today, and the result is a fresh, looking good-as-new deck. What a chore it was, however, but worth it.
Also looking pretty spiffy is the ancient outdoor table, beautifully refinished, and now ready for parties and summer fun. Margarita, anyone?
While shopping at a local nursery, I spotted a baby Julia Child tomato plant, which I have never heard of before, and I just had to have it. I only hope the tomatoes are as fantastic as she was.
Teensy impatiens are settled into their soil awaiting the spring and summer sun that will send them into a frenzy of pink, red, and orange. I can't wait!
The only trouble with all this newness is that the situation just screams for rearranging and fussing with this and that. My much loved blue and white frog used to reside by the sliding glass door but now finds new digs on the pale green iron table. The table is in a new spot as well. It is never-ending, or so it seems. Since the floor to ceiling windows that look out onto the deck are now seriously water spotted from all the pressure hosing, my next task will be a window washing adventure...which will most likely lead to some other domestic project. That's fine with me, just so long as it doesn't involve a ladder, can of paint, and a brush.