This weekend, I planted my garden. While not a part of my actual house, it is definitely a part of my home. Beans, carrots, cucumbers, snap peas, zucchini, lettuce, spinach, and dill. And the bonus rhubarb that the previous owner planted last year. It feels so good knowing that I am serving the earth that is serving me.
Still, it was not 24-hours later that I realized my passion for my house. We have had several days of extreme winds in Edmonton recently, and Sunday saw gusts of 60-80km/h (~35-50mph). Somehow, the wind managed to loosen the siding off one side of my house, and when I came home from respite that afternoon, three panels had been blown to the ground, and one or two more were hanging by only a few nails on my house. I was not impressed.
Amidst the frustration of having to shell out unexpected dollars for the repair, I was equally as frustrated at the wind for being wind. Which I know is silly. But as I duct-taped the dangling panels to the side of my house as a temporary measure, I thought to the wind, "you're hurting my house! Go away!"
The repair man came this morning, and put everything back together again. By the time I came home from work, it looked like nothing had ever happened to the side of my house. He'd even filled in a couple cracks and holes that had been in the siding previously. I couldn't help but smile. I care about my home. He obviously gets that, too.
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Kindling for more camp fires awaits in the driveway here, dear. And what beautiful tulips you have to show off your repaired siding! :-)
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