Work Wednesday—The Pond

Last week, I told my husband that we could start work on the pond area as long as the other things on the list were finished—all those half-done projects.

Well, I relented a bit, we’re still undone on a couple things, but wow—that man took off and worked his butt off on the other things. He REALLY wanted that pond area finished!

So here are a few “before, during, and after” pics:

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We’ve been cutting and clearing—mostly him, as I was occupied with a few other things—and now we’ll move on to building the dock and a picnic table, adding sand to the beach area, and cleaning up the last few little things around there.

And next week, we’ll take delivery of a pond rake, or some such thing, for the water lily problem we seem to have developed. Can’t believe we finally discovered the ONE THING that Amazon doesn’t carry!



Fan Friday—REPEAT


The dark clouds came from the west, boiling and black. The wind whipped across the land, shoving aside everything in its path, everything that wasn’t secure. The man behind that wind, responsible for the coming storm, figuratively if not literally, was safely ensconced behind his walls as he watched the clouds move east.

Unbreachable walls, impenetrable, and this time he would succeed. He laughed wryly at his own wit, comparing himself to every supervillain ever conceived, fictional or otherwise, because he knew without a doubt that he was the best. Indeed, he was the only one of the original plotters still alive, thanks to his planning and foresight and, of course, his intelligence. And VADER. Credit where credit is due, he supposed.

He shrugged. Too bad, really, that so many had died. Yes. Terrible. But it had made his plans so much easier to execute. And now, when they all least expected it, there was one more move to make.

Just one.