You know what always ceases to amaze me? Is that when a man (my husband, in particular) can pick up even the slightest subtle call or hand gesture in baseball, or any sport for that matter, yet is completely oblivious to subtle and even not so subtle hints at home. Like, say I leave a couple huge windows leaning in front of the garage, waiting to be moved up to the garden house area in preparation for building.
Nah. Doesn’t even see them.
Doesn’t even pay attention.
After all, there is no glove nor mitt, no club, no tee, no golf ball involved in building a garden house. Just a lot of hard labor and sweat.
Or maybe he does notice, or recognize, but is choosing to look the other way?
Yeah, I bet that’s it.
Rather than jump right into my nag mode, I keep doing small projects in preparation for my garden house build, and then leave these completed things on our back porch, out of the elements and clogging the way to the back yard, and keeping us from enjoying happy hour there.
I’ve refinished the wicker winged back chairs. I’ve gone on and on about how pretty the pillows are that I designed using vintage fabric.
I brought down this table, which I painted and chairs that I recovered a longgggggg time ago, and have been saving for the garden house. I thought that maybe bringing those down from the attic would spark some hole digging.
They’re on the back porch too.
Thing is, is that he keeps getting invited to go play golf. Or, needs to go help a friend in Connecticut put a pig on a spit. All these invitations that are way more fun than completing the lists of tasks that Rob the Builder gave us to do before he comes and cranks out the garden house build.
So I became one of those nags a couple weeks ago. I redirected every conversation to the garden house. And FINALLY the hole digging began. He got four holes partially dug, which is the plan for all eight. Then, we’ll rent a power hole digger to hammer through the rock. This is the support for the entire garden house.
We’re still at only four holes, half way completed. Sean tweaked his back when he was on a long run with Mac. Back on track tomorrow, he says. However, the chickens are liking the shallow holes. Found this one hanging out and then leaving a fresh egg behind. Not really what the holes are for, but glad to help her out.
Like everything, some projects take time. The garden house will be built within the next couple weeks, stretching the word couple to three or four. What do they always say, low and slow cooks good food? I am a firm believer that this goes for big projects, too. This garden house is going to be everything I have dreamed about, this I know.
Brooke’s Garden House, Episode 1 is now available to watch on my YouTube channel. I’m showing you the location, layout, and build progress so far. Be sure to like it and subscribe so you don’t miss a single Farmhouse 1820 garden house shenanigan!