The roofers came this week and began the task of roofing our little mansion. In order to protect our 'stuff', I had to tear down my precious patio. Plants, furniture, everything!
I didn't realize how sad, lonely and pathetic that monster slab of concrete was without the loveliness of living.
It was no longer a pretty spot-and certainly wasn't inviting.
I couldn't BEAR to see all loveliness vanish or my entire patio to become stark and cold. So I crammed as many plants under the protection of the front door roof as I possibly could and I made it my personal goal to FIND beauty even if I had to create it myself.
(That was an admirable goal-true, but didn't do much to change my attitude about the constant banging and hammering sounds...)