The Continuance of Chairs

A tiny expensive can

but well worth it.

The finished chair in its new spot

for now

Continuing on the old one we did in the shop

It's stained.

Now to glue the back piece and replace the seat.

The chair had joined the odd chair collection.

In search of the next and final odd chair...

then I may create something from the ones I don't want.

Always a surprise, even to me.

Finale

Completed (before picture here)

Forge ready to fire

Anvil leveled.

On to the next project.  This is an old chicken coop that is holding recyclable things.  The two poop trees will be cut, the wire removed from the end and this will be the new home for the welder/generator and maybe another thing or two.

No More Lollygagging

Though the weather doesn't suit me I have to work.  That's a self-appointed half to not a required have to. It was only 94F when I came in.  I am ashamed.

I have bored you with all my tree clipping, snake finding, brush pile building for weeks.  I know you are tired of it but so am I.  The last few feet remain in my yard and then on to Marcy's outbuildings, flowerbeds, fence clearing, and on and on.

Before

during as Lil keeps her snake eyes on

and after.

Another six feet on the side that faces the road and I will be through!  Back where I began.  As badly as we need rain I am glad I was able to complete all this making it easier to mow closely with less trimming.  Peeking around the corner it doesn't look too bad.  Will knock that out in no time but there are two stumps on this side that are barring all attempts at elimination.

Afterword:  Finished, done, complete, wrapped up in this yard...On to the next.

Friday Facts, Finale, and Fruition

Andrew is camping.  Toni has returned home. The storage units are clean and clear.

The last rush to clean and clear ending up being the hottest days we have had.  I, for one, am glad this job is finished.  Or should I say this part of the job is finished.  Now to clean and tag and sell...

I shall not miss you, Unit, I knew thee well.

It stormed today.  We received enough rain for the mud to squish between my toes when I ran outside barefooted.  There is almost a wild feeling that comes with that but then y'all know I get pleasure from the strangest things.

I am grateful for my little Canon Power Shot because I could zoom 25x to get these photos at the shop.  The camera fits in my pocket and lasts through a year of adventures.  Not bad, I think, because my camera and I have many camera killing adventures.

We had removed these mud nests from the front entry to stop the birds from dive bombing our customers. They recovered, there were no eggs, and they quickly rebuilt.  They have babies now and work hard at feeding them.  I didn't have the heart to tear their nests down twice.  Next year the babes who hatched here along with their parents will return to build.

I was able to zoom but was not fast enough to catch the babies feeding.  I hope they keep the mosquitoes down and stay out of the shop. 

My sister hung a beaded curtain over the entry door to keep these beauties from flying inside.  Sometimes they still enter the back door and leave us presents.

This was the picture I wanted.  Not good enough for that.  I had to find it here.  The swallows are beautiful to watch.  I love their scissor tails and the songs they sing.  I envy their adobe skills and wish I could build such a compact home well made home.  I dislike the mites some carry and the deposits they leave.

So we enter the weekend with more work ahead...always.

May your weekend be just what you wish and may there always be birds' songs to hear.

Progress

You can see my table

You can see the floor

I'm calling the art room finished

I ain't doing no more!