Summer is winding down.
That’s the truth of the matter. I can kick, I can scream, I can fight against it, but that would really be wasting valuable, precious moments of summertime.
Our summers seem to begin and end in the same manner.
May is our busy month. We throw ourselves headlong into several remodeling projects. June comes around and we say “Meh. Let’s go camping instead.” Through June and July we play like winter will never come again. Wen our anniversary rolls around in mid-August reality hits like the first maple leaves turning red. We still have all those remodeling projects left unfinished. We have to finish them before we get closed in for the winter.
From the middle of August until the snow flies we are working frantically trying to get things pulled back together before winter. When the sound of the first snowflakes drifting down we snuggle down into our blankets, drink our hot coccoa, and pinky swear and spit shake that we won’t procrastinate next summer.
I spent yesterday sanding down our front porch. When I finished, Brenton and I considered that this would be the 3rd time we re-did the porch in less than 3 years. Rather than going to buy paint for the porch, we decided that next summer we are going to re do the porch with a composite, like Azek Porch. Long lasting, low maintenance, and the look of a classic tongue and groove wood porch.
At dinner time, I mentioned to Brenton that we should consider long term maintenance in the future when we choose building materials. There is too much other stuff to do with life besides refinishing the front porch again.
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Oh how nice I love that pic front porch. I am visiting from Sitsclass glad to meet up and I will come and read more. I was commenting on how I had to put blanket on bed last night we are only able to get snow a few times. Last year it snowed more. Sounds like you are in Alaska??
Not quite in Alaska. North Idaho. I love the snow. I just hate the long gray time between white winter and glorious spring. When the snow is dirty and gray and the sky is gray. I get tired of all the gray. Then, just when i give up hope, the first crocuses pop up through the crust of snow and I hoipe again.