This is the den—part of it, at least—the room that used to have the lovely red plaid paper. Now it will be a library of sorts, where we’ll keep most of our books, two very comfortable chairs, and a bottle or two.
I’m so happy we went with red again.
top: We peeled away the top layer of wallpaper in the den and uncovered one of my favourite papers of my childhood. I can’t look at it without seeing our old, white upright piano against this pattern and hearing everyone signing Christmas carols by candlelight. (I was raised in a Norman Rockwell illustration.)
second row: Christopher’s prized pumpkin (and friend), his lovely Three Sisters garden, and his sunflowers. If this is what he can do part-time, just wait until next summer.
third row: We like us some twinkly lights. When we were giving some things away last summer, C insisted we keep mom’s whole oil lamp collection. For my part, I put in some fairy lights under the cabinets. I’m not going to pretend I don’t think it’s awesome every time I see them.
bottom: Oh, so hopeful.
Husband and Meatball, enjoying the late summer sunshine.
Updates from Stegelburg
These little updates are excerpts of the emails my husband sends to let me know how things are going at Stegelburg.
Pilot and I walked around the woods and cut down low branches to make a better path. He kept stopping right beside me and having branches land on him…
One fell beside him and he just lay down next to it like it was a nest. Another branch fell on him and instead of getting freaked out he started chewing it like it was just what he had hoped for.
May we all chew on problems like they were just what we hoped for.
Lavender Field, Provence, France
Christopher, dear, let’s do THIS in the orchard…
A behind-the-scenes glimpse of the Great Stegelburg Relocation Adventure
"I just drove to my grandpa’s for a visit but Pilot puked all over the car and I had to drive back and clean it…
Went outside to get some fresh air and cat barfed. Then Barfy the First tried to eat Barfy the Second’s barf. Now, all I can smell is barf and I’m pretty sure I’m going to barf before this day is over.”
These are definitely not pictures of the dog
Early this spring as we were weeding the flower beds we discovered a stick. It was the stem or trunk of something, sticking straight up out of the ground. We didn’t even know if it was alive or dead. We considered pulling it out (it was a wholesale replanting) but, at the last minute, decided to leave it and see if something happened.
A few weeks ago it began sprouting leaves. We still weren’t sure what it was, but it looked okay so we let it do its thing.
To our delight, last week flowers emerged and our mystery was solved. The “stick” was a Rose of Sharon I planted two years ago. C’s mom gave us three of these, all of which I planted and none of which survived—or so we thought. You can see it in the top picture on the right.
Other items of note: the yellow blooms (erg, forgot the name) were also from Janine. In early summer I tucked them in on the lee side of the greenhouse; they finally bloomed and look very happy. And notice the woven fence C made to demarcate his Three Sisters garden. (He’ll have to make a few of these every year just because they’re lovely.)
Oh, and also, the dog.
Okay, so this is NOT going to turn into a 47563-pictures-of-our-dog tumblr… but COME ON.
This dog is a muppet.
This is the new guy. His name is Pilot. Someday he will be a loyal and intimidating guard, defending Stegelburg territory.
But that day is not today.
Today he will earn smacks from an indignant cat and try not to poop on the floor.