This morning's harvest. French sorrel. A tangy spinach type leafy green. Sadly I must give it away, as I have no implements to process and consume this. I have sorrow, over my sorrel.
Scaffolding taken down. Stucco up. Doors and windows chaulked. Already the house is quieter. So close to done, yet so far from done.
Wind storms caused all sorts of debris to collect in the pool. Poor Mr Yoo has to clean this up. No electricity to the pool yet. It's super chlorinated that your hair would probably fall out if you went for a dip. Which reminds me, I should toss into the pool my white shirts and towels that are pink due to an errant red article of clothing.
Plastic wrap taken off the outside. Glorious morning sunshine. Filtered only through glass. It's a sunshine day. Now I've got that stupid Brady Bunch song stuck in my head.
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why is there a little door next to the big giant doors?
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