It's also strawberry picking time, but the uncooperative weather these past couple of days has thwarted our plans. No worries, we'll get to it. I love having my homemade strawberry jam in the middle of winter.
We made another dash to Cleveland this week to tend to the garden at our still-not-sold house there. These are such frustrating times in the real estate market. It's not as if we're peddling some derelict property--it's a nice, spacious, mid-century suburban family-size home, safe neighborhood, all the major updating done, freshly painted in neutral colors, and the price considerably reduced from our original starting point. STILL NOT ONE OFFER. Maybe if a tree fell on it, it would be more attractive to prospective buyers in this market.
We've switched over to hoping for a good tenant on a 12-month lease and have given up on the idea of expanding This Little House anytime soon. Instead, we're taking on mini-projects, one at a time, to improve our quality of life. Things like a new ceiling fan in the bedroom, and a new toilet--one of those high-efficiency models that can flush a bucket of golf balls (were we so inclined) to replace the ancient water-waster that came with the place when we bought it.
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| Bring on the pigs! |
With regard to my veggie garden, so far so good! I will definitely have more raised beds next year, since this one has required so little effort.
The rain seems to have stopped (there was still a fine drizzle coming down when I took the dog for his morning walk), but it remains cool, dreary, and muddy, which tends to kill all ambition. Time for a mocha and a good book!
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