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.
A productive few weeks: the teak floors refinished, the crawl space re-insulated and the house exterior painted.
Winter mornings at Purgatory often look and sound like this.
The laundry basket and the new remote-control truck, our tools for herding the boys.
Our little blue remote-control truck, used for herding the boys since 1999, retires to a shelf in the guest room.
Our last major cleanup event: two more dumpsters of the previous owners’ debris, and a crew of four getting a lot done.
A downed power line started a grass fire just below our south pasture. We packed our go-bags, and CalFire responded quickly.
Someone dumped a dead cow on our road, with its ears cut off, and County Animal Control is involved.
Finishing the guest bedroom, and the north hall, with prints of photos taken here at the ranch.
The view from the studio roof: the pool, the arbors, the tile lines for laps and Silicon Valley a thousand feet below.
Our posts now auto-publish to Facebook, and summer visitors make things here, like a little jointed stega.
With fires burning across California, smoke fills the valley below us.
A closer tower takes our internet from 10/4 to 85/43 Mbps, and the tech removes the old satellite dish and coax while he’s at it.
A step-by-step guide to safely releasing a skunk from a cat trap. And we’re back to posting after a long hiatus.
Our third Christmas at the ranch, and a new oven on the way.
Agent Smith and his dad take down a dying gum tree, and the stump ends up in the Pit of Sarlacc.
Our sagging dishwasher door finally gave out, so now we have a Miele.
Jury duty is over, and I celebrated like any ranch girl would, by moving a few tons of rocks.
The neighbor’s dogs meet our new dinosaur, and lose it.
Our first dinosaur arrived: a fiberglass Brontosaurus that once lived in the garden of the late Carrie Fisher.
A mystery plaque from one of the driveway lights, plus plans for new glass in the smaller lights.
The little kookaburra sculpture we saw in Melbourne in 2009 finally arrives.
Visitors get to try out the excavator and other toys at the Purgatory Heavy Equipment School.
Cleaning up and tagging some 1,500 images on the site’s backend.
Our many windows are hard on the birds, and that’s the theme for our second contest.
