Walking at sunrise with permanent hair

 

I take many photos, but upload only a few. Today I am sending all to blogger.

And, I got a permanent yesterday. Just so I know.

The Digger

 

The kids sewer line needed to be replaced. Greg has been working on it for a couple of weeks. The backhoe on the tractor made the whole replacement much easier.

Yesterday he got it finished. Works fine now.

Back to work tomorrow

 

I said I was not going to buy anymore plants, and I did not. Betty paid for these for me.

I bought this hat at a thrift store for 50 cents. It reminded me of Helen. Not that she would ever ware something like this, but that this reminded me of how she often styled her hair.  And, sometimes it had a blue sheen like grandma Gaddy's.  Greg said it looked like a blanket. When it gets cold, I'm wearing it to work.

Green Room...

 

I liked my little green end table so much, I wanted green bedding. The bottom blanket is one I already had. The top quilt is a baby quilt Helen made. No one wanted it. It was always my favorite.

Saturday, home from Sister's

 I went to see Betty Thursday, one year since Sister Helen passed. We had a good visit.  Betty gave me a jar of apple butter. It is surprisingly good.  When I went to put it up,  I decided I had to clean the fridge. It was a chore, but looks much better.

Then, I had to move my many house plants inside because cold weather is coming,  some unknown day.

I neded more tables for the plants. This old typewriter table has been my nightstand.

Now it is a plant table.

This chair is my new place to set my coffee by my recliner. The green table that was here is now my nightstand. I will have to straighten up the rest of my bedroom before I take a picture of it.

This is the rest of the plants in the spare room. Most of these plants are for Christmas presents for the people I work with.

This is Helen's green pitcher with vining sweet potato plants in my bathroom.

I am tired. No more cleaning or planting today.

Sunday blessings

 

Tractor is running and starts with the key, I think.  At least it starts. Yard ornament no more.