A junker gone & blooming blooms

Good afternoon Folks ~ We sure are enjoying the cooler weather with less humidity.  It is really wonderful.  I hope you are all enjoying autumn here in the US.

For the next six months or so we will be enjoying nice weather and will be able to get some outdoor projects done, we hope. Things have a way of popping up and changing plans.

Here are some blooms from the past day or two.

Don Juan.

Gaillardia or Indian Blanket flower, along with tarragon, and spiderwort, growing in my shed’s garden.

Louis Philippe or Florida Cracker rose, this is also in my shed’s garden.

‘Love’ rose.

Here is a piece of coral with some little baby Mom-of-millions growing in crevices.

The next few pictures are of ‘Penelope’ rose.

I didn’t see the spider until I was editing pictures.

Here we have another favorite bloomer growing here, Philippine Violet. They volunteer all over the property and are very hardy.

French Tarragon with spiderwort in the background.  I love cooking with fresh tarragon.

‘Chrysler Imperial’ rose and another heart sachet in the works.  I love embroidering. I read today that knitting, crocheting and stitching are good for our health.  Great news.

Now, here is where the ‘junker’ comes into the story.  This was my car up until a couple of years ago. We bought another one as this one had problems, and after getting the other car, this one croaked.  We were going to sell it, but have been thinking that it would cost too much to get it going again so it’s been sitting there.  I just never showed it in pictures.  We had concrete blocks and patio stones stacked in front of it, and a few things leaning up beside it.

Yesterday morning as we left the grocery store parking lot we saw a sign that said they buy junker cars for $400. We wrote down the number and DH called them when we got home.  Well, they said they could be here in about 30 minutes.  YIKES, we had to hustle the stuff away from the car, and check the inside too. We had no sooner finished when the guy pulled up. In about 20 minutes the car was out of here.  Hurray.

This was taken yesterday. I did some more clean up this morning as I wanted to figure out how much more picket fencing we had to go from the other side to about 3’ away from the Gypsy Shed. (Remember, we got this picket fencing in sections about 24”-30” wide when someone cut up their fencing to throw away.) We even have a gate with neat hinges, and a latch. I just had the idea to paint them the plum color. I’m standing near the back of our property. We’ve got the little pile of junk (concrete blocks, etc.) to move yet.  DH sanded the spackled screw holes today and after he does a little more trim work on edges will probably be painting the wood on the shed. We put two ‘curbside shopped’ smoked windows over the original windows of the camper. He also caulked around those today too and some other areas that needed it.  This is a fun little project and once we’re all done, I’ll do a post of pictures from when it was a camper to what it will be.

It will be neat having the stove and sink, and little refrigerator back inside. When it was the ‘junker’ camper, we cooked in it for almost two weeks after losing electricity from hurricane Wilma. We have changed it’s look and will enjoy it as a little ‘get away’, now and then. Planted right here in our little haven.

There it goes! Yippee, the ‘junker’ is gone. Uh oh, I need to wash the lattice gates. With all the rain we’ve had, mold grew on them.

I mowed after the car left, as that had been my original plan, before we knew he was coming.

So, there’s the latest from Plum Cottage, maybe more than you wanted to hear or see.

I heard from my boss today and I’ll be working tomorrow through Friday.  He decided to go from the show in TX, to do a show in Atlanta, so will be back Sat. and will unload the truck and be at the shop that day.  I was going to the library tomorrow, but went after lunch today.

This probably is it from me for a few days.  I hope you all have a great week.

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"The very essence of the creative is its novelty,

and hence we have no standard by which to judge it."

Carl R. Rogers, On Becoming a Person