A Good Day To Be A Duck...

Here in Vermont it's what they call a "good day to be a duck."  A few weeks ago we were all asking for rain.  Apparently enough of Mama Nature's children all asked a wicked lot for the same thing, because she pulled one of those "FINE!  Here's some rain!  Now Quit your whining!" things.  I'm sorry Mom!  I get your point.  You can turn it off now.  However, there was a tiny blessing along with this curse.  Hubby and I just learned that our basement stays dry enough that when I move HOUSE 54's shop back home, that it can move into our basement.  This means not having to build a workshop outside on our property.  Yay for all that excavation work we had done around our foundation a few Summers ago!  I'm pretty ridiculously excited about only having to buy a new stainless steel work table (which I was going to buy for the new workshop anyway), instead of spending thousands of dollars building a whole new structure on our property.  Yippee!!!

And, AND!  It'll also help keep our yard clear and pretty, in the off chance that we want to put our house on the market, should we find an awesome piece of rolling farmland to buy in the near future...

Something like this?

Vermont Farm by Paul Wyman

A girl can dream, right?


Thanks for stopping by,
~Lindsey