I've always wanted a sitting area in the way-back of our garden. In working through the sliding-numbers-puzzle that was figuring out how to get Mo some more vegetable garden space, I settled on 86ing the gravel area next to our patio. That meant finding a home for the ton of stone dust aggregate under the gravel... Thus, I began what I swear was my most exhausting garden project to date. Here's the during:
And here's the sort of, but not really, finished. It's going to have dining chairs and an umbrella, and not el-fakeo adirondack chairs! Oh, and there, under the tree, is my Savannah Bird Girl(ish) statue. Love her.
Mom and Dad came down for a few days, and we took a beautiful ride to Marblehead. Mom used to spend summers there when she was growing up and enjoyed visiting some of her old hot-spots...
DickieJ was kind enough to indulge me in my irrational desire for a dutch door on the shed. Don't know why I wanted it, or wanted it so badly, but I LOVE it!
Here's the former gravel area, now grass with a proper (albeit empty) garden bed along the fence. Since I'm a glutton for hard-scape punishment, I installed a grill pad under the kitchen window. Pictured: grout drying. (That's entertainment!)
Farmer Mo planting his herbs and onions.
On my way to Wiscasset, I happened to be in the area of my parents' old house in Harpswell. I did a quick drive by and was devastated to find that the new owners have torn down the gorgeous Nantucket-style front staircase that Dad and Timmy built and replaced it with, um, I don't even know. Pressure treated stairs? Or something? Ugh. Zhitnick Cove is still quite the spot, however! 
Memorial Day weekend found us in Salisbury, to spend a few days with the London branch of the family, to see off the New Zealand branch and to celebrate a couple of birthdays. Bex and Gus did SO well on the hike up to Lions Head! Rock (climbing) stars!
We went to the Memorial Day parade and were extremely touched by the service that followed in the town cemetery. There was, in fact, quite a lot of dust in the air when the lone bugler was playing taps. We are so grateful to all of our veterans!
