Chimes at Purgatory
The tiny windchime the previous owners left behind inspired more chimes around Purgatory.
The tiny windchime the previous owners left behind inspired more chimes around Purgatory.
Spreading topsoil with Giggles as the North Garden takes shape.
Sanding and repainting my office’s wooden blinds to match the new rose walls.
A productive few weeks: the teak floors refinished, the crawl space re-insulated and the house exterior painted.
Repainting my office in two shades of rose, done while I was on vacation.
Winter mornings at Purgatory often look and sound like this.
A fallen tree, a bird’s nest in the breaker panel and new wiring finally get reliable power to the front gate.
No Dumping and Private Road signs go up along our road, a year after the neighborhood cleanup.
Gathering the old bathtubs the horses once drank from and placing them in the future North Garden.
