Nothing is more magical than the shadows the light casts at night.

And it is lovely during the day too.

The fog and rain came and went all day. I occasionally heard the prolonged horn blast of a ship somewhere out in the mist.

So we worked on rainy day projects. I did some – ahem- compost management. This entailed cleaning the fridge of old food and emptying the composting toilet tray. Always fun.
The flies had plagued us since we arrived. Not biting flies, just annoying ones. I had visions of us destroying the house’s interior and furnishings with a fly swatter. I collected several while I vacuumed. Score. Then, suddenly, they were gone. Maybe they were just testing us until we settled in. Knock on wood please.
Tim went to work on the mowers, the blades were already sharpened, so he changed the oil. If you ever are in the market for a ride on mower, NEVER buy the Gravely zero turn models. They paid no attention to the acrobatics and manual dexterity you need to merely open the oil drain plug. Even though Tim wrote down what worked for us last year, we both ended up bleeding. Shame on them. But it is fun to operate.

Due solely to Tim’s determination, we got the job done. I think I would have thrown up my hands, cursed a bit, which I did anyway, and walked away.
The pump house may need a whitewash but my door frame held up nicely.

Tim’s brother, who passed away last year, rebuilt the door and I want to keep it looking spiff for him.
So many memories from the last 11 years we have been here and more to come.
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