There's nothing like someone in the neighborhood who makes a fun way of adding joy. This was on my walk with Nellie on a street that has seen disaster. Bright, cheerful, and makes you smile. Hand crocheted no less.
Our garden, pretty much decimated by the winds, which I am trying to consider an opportunity to be creative in new ways (when not crying in frustration of years of work down the tubes), is happily creating arches for bees and hummingbirds to enjoy. Not to mention passersby.
Being forced to deep clean every nook and cranny in the house to rid it of soot and ash residue has brought to light long forgotten items. We were VERY lucky in that our windows are super tight so we didn't get much in the way of smoke damage. Washing textiles made the huge difference immediately. But being the worry wart I am, cleaning behind everything, wiping down every surface somehow made sense. That's when I re-discovered a mosaic table top done in the dark ages of the 1990s. It was hidden under another piece of furniture (don't ask).
I'm sure there are more hidden gems around, though I'm also taking this opportunity to ditch some stuff that simply sits around to gather dust. Sometimes it take a fire to get me to do what is right!
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