
This afternoon, Steve and I ran rope up to the eaves to grow hops. The purpose is to shade the south side of the house (particularly Joe's window), but I'm thinking Steve is really planning to trade home grown hops for good home brewed beer. Batsy was puzzled by Steve being on the roof. She could hear him, but it took her a while to find him.
Two days of school left for the boys and four for Steve. Summer, here we come!
-Holly


The yard and house are looking great. I especially liked the Batsy photo and story.
ReplyDeleteFirst real day without smoke, but I can see it on the horizon....
ReplyDeleteYou know what they say, "I like poetry, wlaks on the beach and poking dead things with sticks."
We all know these hops are the beginning of something good!
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