The leaves all swirling across the garage floor and catching themselves on the garden gates, between the cracks in the frames.
Pieces of gold, all Octoberish and mysterious.
It's a good day for French braids. For blue jeans, t-shirts, and sweaters. Slippers and tea. And a blog post.
You can still see remnants of our barricade, the cot, the logs, buckets, the barrow. But they threw the whole thing together in one afternoon. And put the door up. But what did the little devils do but go around the big garden and attack the flower beds from the other side! So---with Daddy at work, what did the boys and I set out to do?
We built a fence.
Ha. I laugh at that because you cannot just "build a fence", as I quickly discovered. And it took two and half weeks instead of a day. :) But it is finished, thank heavens, and we have dubbed the little place Mama's Nook. Next spring, grass seed is in order, and a swing, or bench, a bird house and a bird bath. All safe and sound from the peckers.
And here is Daddy's fence. All finished. Dust-your-hands-off-grin-big-I-built-a-fence finished! And then you smile and laugh and shake your head, because you really are deceiving the poor innocents who have never built a fence before in their lives, and you take them very seriously when they say, "Well, that's cool."
Doesn't it just make your heart happy to see them all there together? Piled in the glory of the work of your hands? I think there is nothing better than standing, smiling, hands on hips, down at all your work heaped high for the glory of God. Scratched, cracked, and bleeding your hands may be, but brown and strong and oh so thankful for the Lord's bountifulness!