Stuck on sunsets

Yesterday's sunset view from the front of the house, near my bedroom window.

I'm stuck in a sunset rut.

Sunset from the edge of the Ozarks

Pretty colors, huh?

I climbed to the top platform of the big deer stand in the back pasture last weekend for a better view of the fall foliage at sunset.

I think the view was worth the effort.

More progress

The doors, windows, and peak vents are in, and the genius husband is finishing the framing so we can put up the plastic.

The black tarp over the center section is the old, leaky tarp that covered the above ground pool when we moved here. We salvaged it and have found various uses for it, most recently as a bit of shelter from the weekend's scattered rain showers. It wasn't in the right spot for working, but at least we didn't have to haul all the tools back to the house at every cloudburst.






Proof that the genius husband isn't the only one working on the greenhouse.

A work in progress

My genius husband got the side rails and the arches up for the new, improved greenhouse here at the farm. The arches themselves were purchased used a few years ago and already have been through one incarnation at our last home. This time, it will be taller, longer, and sturdier, thanks to the adaptations my husband made. Thanks, too, go to my father-in-law, who helped dig the 32 holes for the ground posts.