The little house still does not have a roof. I am too depressed to take photos of it. Here's what most of the roads look like. We had about a foot of snow the other day and it is still sticking. Ev says don't worry, but the holiday has meant that everything has ground to a halt. Plus it's 9 degrees outside. I have paid Mike the mason to start on the chimney--I don't care if the roof's not done. He can match up the flashing by eyeballing the plywood. I suppose I will be on rock-schlepping detail. This poor thing has to get buttoned up.
I have to say, it's still a pretty spot, even in snow. Jo and I went walking on the Air Line Trail beside the house the other day.
Kinda cool.
But I fear for Barney's cabin . . . and my sanity.
I'm posting proposed front garden pictures next time. Maybe that will cheer me up.
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