So, Peaches readers (if there are any left). I'm going to pretend it hasn't been three months since we've posted on this blog. We had a TON of work done on the house over the summer, but did little ourselves. Joe started his business in July, and--in August--I added a day to my workweek to start providing PT services for Lathrop School District (in part to cover the cash flow deficit from the extensive house restoration and business start-up costs). Frankly, we're short on time--both to work on the house and keep up with the blog--and we've run out of money. So there won't be any major restoration projects on the table until the piggy bank fills back up (hopefully this spring, although Joe is less optimistic). In the meantime, I hope to keep up with the blog, but I will warn you in advance that it may be less about working on the house and more about living our life here in a small town and surviving our first full winter in our old home.
Which brings me to the real purpose of this post. The changing seasons. This afternoon, I walked outside and realized I couldn't see our yard anymore (see above pic). Before this place, I've never had a yard, let alone a tree. Who knew they dropped this many leaves in the fall? I feel like there's no purpose to raking leaves--just let nature take its course and let them decompose in the yard. Joe says it is what good neighbors do to keep leaves from blowing around in other people's yards. I don't know if Joe's right or not, but I do know that we don't own a rake. And I haven't noticed him rushing off to the hardware store to buy one. Do I really need to rake these leaves? Maybe it's another one of those jobs best hired out to a neighborhood kid. He'll just have to bring his own rake.
