a room with a view. not.
Wow, the Frühjahrsmüdigkeit has been hanging on for dear life and it wasn't until the weekend that I started feeling (almost) like myself again. Still not my best, but second best will have to do for now.
Lynda wanted to know what I (and others) see every day while hanging around in the kitchen doing all that needs to be done. This is the view out my kitchen window.
Not very spectacular, is it? Ask me to take another photo in a month or two and things will have improved significantly. Right now it's all brown twigs, last year's dried leaves and the neighbour's house that will never, ever make it into Architectural Digest. If you came by in March and April you'd see forysythia and mirabelle trees bursting into bloom and lilacs in three different colours. I can't wait.
Mr. M and I took advantage of the beautiful weather on the weekend and started walking again. An hour and a quarter on Sunday afternoon was just right to get those creaky joints going and we both had a very good night's sleep last night.
Walking isn't all we did on the weekend. Throwing open the terrace doors off the living room now reveals this
Oy! I think we've created a monster. Most of the terrace needs to be re-done because the supporting boards were getting all spongy, so we (me in my usual supervisory position, of course, when it comes to the heavy labour part) ripped everything up and now just need to wait for the new boards to arrive at the building centre. It's Mr M's version of spring cleaning.
Meanwhile the rest of the garden is perking up again and I went out this morning and found these little darlings. Much easier on the eye than a construction site.