Gray Skies
This morning I rode shotgun with Dennis to Truman. We had some supplies to return to the lumberyard and bring back several items. As the storm door for the front of our home is now no longer the norm, it is needed to be a special order. It will be about four weeks. Larsen doors needed to be shortened by the company to retain warranty. We could not believe how the fields were without snow. Think what could have happened if the sun had shown.
If the weather is shy about showing spring, the flocks of birds and geese are not. The skies were full of all things spring. The creeks were overflowing. A sign that the frost may not be out of the surrounding areas.
It is mid afternoon and our front door project is finished . . . complete with the carpenter blowing off the sawdust from the drive. A long wait to have this done, but oh so worth it. As Bryan was finishing up a van pulled up to the curb. The fellow in the van liked what he saw on the front of our home and Bryan will be stopping in for a possible new client. When our door is in at the lumber company I told Bryan I would give him a call. Sweet.
It’s been a typical Monday with laundry being done . . . and chasing a few dust bunnies.
A slow day most likely will call for soup and a sandwich.