Our house has needed a makeover for a very long time, but even as I longed for it, I imagined workmen tromping around on the plants that I’d been nurturing.
Any time my husband and I’s conversation turned to the subject of this outdoor project, I started talking about the limited time frame that I wanted to schedule it in. While his eyes rolled, I listed why it couldn’t be done in the spring because that’s when my garden was at its peak with everything blooming, including irises, peonies, and roses.
Even in summer the daylilies would be blooming, and as it started to transition to fall, the Rose of Sharons would be taking their turn.
So my ideal time frame was late fall/early winter. Even late winter/early spring would be too late because my beautiful bulbs that I look forward to all year would be starting to push their way up through the frozen soil and I sure didn’t want them being stepped on!
When the big day arrived, one of the crewmen arrived ahead of the others with the trailer that held their equipment. As he maneuvered it around the driveway, it caught the corner of the fence that protected my garden and tore a portion of it away. I just happened to be standing on the front porch to witness it and couldn’t help but let out a big sigh. He jumped out of the truck and apologized, explaining that he wasn’t used to pulling trailers. That fence was what kept our dogs, poultry, and people out of the front yard, so I was glad about the timing, that there wasn’t as much to be trampled. The silver lining was that my husband suggested getting a nicer fence that would compliment our newly painted home. Yes, please!
What you can’t see in the picture is that right in that corner is a little Redbud that I call Fred that I transplanted from elsewhere on our farm. I was really glad that it wasn’t damaged in the incident.
Our house was painted in the weeks leading up to Thanksgiving. We were expecting my sister and her family and were hoping that they’d be able to see the transition our house was making. Our painters knew that and did their best, working around bad weather days, to make that happen. In fact, the last few days of painting were while our company was here and we all dodged their work vehicles and ladders while coming and going.
I was glad to be preoccupied with getting ready for company inside our house. One day I grimaced as I noticed that they were using my shepherd’s hooks to hang their coats and hats.
A friend and I made some hypertufa planters together last year and mine was by the house with succulents in it. One day I noticed some tools resting on top of it! Ugh! Back in the house I go. Sometimes you just have to not look!
The leaves had fallen, covering my plants, so I knew they couldn’t tell where some things were. When I saw their ladders on top of them, or workmen walking willy nilly through my flower beds, I reassured myself that most of those things would come back in the spring.
In the end I was actually very pleased with the job that the painters did on our home and appreciated them working so hard to get it completed in a timely manner. I wrote this post with a sense of humor, feeling like only another gardener would be intrigued by its title or be able to empathize with me. If that’s you, be sure to let me know! Now about that fence…
If you enjoy reading about remodeling, you might enjoy my last post, No More Broken Windows.