I've come to depend on the deep thrum-thrum of Tom's truck engine to rouse me -- even as I intermittently peek at the Today Show to absorb the occasional snippet in the background through its first hour -- at precisely 8 a.m. No thrum-thrum today. I had to get up on my own. It wasn't until I was doing my rounds feeding cats that I heard a car door close outside, but the construction itself now blocks my view of the driveway beside the house. As I went to other windows to try to get a view, the engine started, and Craig's car and Tom's truck pulled out and headed down the street. Must be working on another job site today.
So I wandered outside in my jammies and a down vest and took morning pictures, since I hadn't taken pictures of yesterday's work. Cool but not cold, blue sky with contrails, shadows and patterns.
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The shadow of trees on the . . . are these called studs? |
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Jean-Luc inside, the feral cat Extra outside |
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A future corner window of my quilting studio |
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A new delivery of lumber up on the deck |
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My studio windows will be corner windows, looking out over the oak woodland |
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Upper left, that corner window, upper right the window for the study |
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The bay window on the study |
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Daffodils peeking through. I later pointed them out to Craig in hopes that they won't get trampled.
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I think this battered little sprout is my first flower of spring whose life I tracked over several weeks last year. On the day the slab was poured, hail came down and covered the landscape and the concrete people started a fire to keep warm. It's very close to the scrap pile but I'll track it's little life.
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Sun filtering through the tree . . . This is the opposite view of the studs with the shade on them.
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Contrails |
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The feral cat known as Barefoot, who thinks I may be coming to offer more food |
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Contrails and sun through the tree |
Off to get ready to go to Soroptimist at lunch time.
See you soon.
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Making great progress! And how nice to have a wake-up call like that! Mine is more along the lines of a very demanding boycat who can't understand why Mamma would rather sleep than open cans for him!
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