|Two kinds of onions are getting tall in their flat under the grow light in the dining room window.|
|Here are the two midcentury plant-starting lights we use to start seeds. They're stylish in that vintage-wire way. (Remember the curly-wire poodle letter racks?) We also use charmless shop lights.|
We ordered six or more varieties of onions, or ung-yums, as Em used to say when she was little, and they do really well here.
It's been rainy all weekend, which is handy for us since we need to map the roof leaks in the kindergarten room. And when I boobled through the building to find the ladder and get mapping, I discovered a robust new leak in the other kitchen, the dye kitchen off C.'s studio. Feh.
We saved the damp items, including C.'s huge and precious cedar jewelry box made by her cousin, and mopped up. And dragged the ladder from room to room, sending C. up to shine the flashlight around the attic and spot the drips while I drew their locations in orange Sharpy on the back of an envelope. After a rest and a cup of tea, I clambered onto the roof and smeared tarry stuff on the suspect areas. We won't know if it worked until the next rain. Ah, the joys of owning 11,000 square feet of flat roofing!
Here's a gratutious bunny shot. That's Fondu, looking magnificently fluffy.
I know I haven't posted very often this winter. My back is pretty wrecked and I'm either having MRIs or other tests, or worrying and brooding about it. We're keeping up with caring for the animals, stoking the wood stove, picking away at garden-starting, and feeding ourselves. Progress on the building is not happening; neither is art-making. I thought I'd spare you most of my whining, and will post when I have something upbeat to report.
Damn, that is one fuzzy rabbit!