Pardon the mess.
It's this or a blank page:
Dear Lord. We need help - stat. This is the south side of the barn, and the reason the roof is stored in the barn, and not on the barn. We need to rip this addition down before it comes down on it's own. Getting help to do this project rates high on the frustration scale. I can already see Eric and me doing this work ourselves. Where's my hard-hat again? Pass me the crowbar...I'm going in. We need to tear this section down before the roof can be redone. Hence, we're in a holding pattern. A desperate holding pattern.
They are burdock, lots and lots of baby burdock plants. It's also why I am standing on a sheet of plywood. I flipped this over onto the burdock, and in 2 weeks' time, no more baby burdock. Muahahahahahaha! I'm winning this war!
Same thing goes for this sled. I hope to rebuild it one long winter, and put it on display in the garden near the house. I plan on using it to put seasonal decorations on. In winter, I'll put a Christmas tree and one of those tacky lit-up deer on it. In spring, I'll put potted bulbs on it, then in summer I'll switch over to bright, potted annuals, and in fall, I'll decorate with hay bales and a scarecrow and pumpkins and squash. I think you get the idea...my inner Martha is shining through...I should whip her into submission before she gets me into more trouble as it is.
Schatzie says, "I'd go with this shade already and just get the damn room painted". That cat is the voice of reason, I tell you!