'Way back in late January, I wrote about my brother Lindy's giving me what he calls Uncle Marty's Inca Treasure. It is a small tile-topped wrought iron table, just right to hold summer drinks.
Story here if you are curious.
The Inca Treasure arrived here this past Sunday, and has been hanging out on the front porch
with Lucy Ricardo, the old metal lawn chair we bought earlier this month off Craigslist.
That story here.
Except for Lucy, who is still wearing her chipped coat -- or more accurately coats --
of green paint, the other porch seating is fire-engine red.
of green paint, the other porch seating is fire-engine red.
You know I love and trust you, as I'm showing you our front porch, warts and all.And Craigslist tables waiting to be painted!
A beautiful front porch and I have yet to decorate it. My bad.
Anyway, I planned to paint Lucy red as well.
But what do you think?
Should I let the Inca Treasure dictate a new color scheme? Blue, green, white?
Or stick with red for the chairs, and let the Inca Treasure fit in as best it can?It will still hold Martini glasses, won't it?
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Among some other things Lindy and Carol don't want to move to
North Carolina when they sell their Long Island house, was this:
North Carolina when they sell their Long Island house, was this:
Years ago, when Lindy was walking home from grammar school,
he found it put out to the trash at a neighbor's house.
he found it put out to the trash at a neighbor's house.
Thus began his long career of curbside shopping and dumpster diving.
My mom lightly painted the wood a sort of gold, and kept it filled with plastic grapes for years.
Stay tuned for where it will end up at That Old House.
For the time being, it's hanging out in the conservatory.
My mom lightly painted the wood a sort of gold, and kept it filled with plastic grapes for years.
Stay tuned for where it will end up at That Old House.
For the time being, it's hanging out in the conservatory.
In case you don't come from a family of bootleggers, this is a wine or cider press. They crop up on eBay pretty regularly, and for pretty nice prices, too. But I'm keeping this one; it's been in the family for hundreds of years, since my big brother was a little kid.
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Now, it's show off time!
We have our first ripe tomatoes:
They are only cherry tomatoes -- very large cherry tomatoes -- and Howardbrought them to my Dad, so he got the first taste of our homegrown tomatoes.
Our heirloom variety is beginning to blush:
The others are just growing bigger; no red yet.
On Wednesday, Howard pulled renegade vines off the grapevines,
and exposed more of the fruit to the sun.
and exposed more of the fruit to the sun.
Now are they cute, or what?Is there anything more beautiful than fruits and
vegetables growing in your own garden?
I hope you enjoyed my Show and Tell for this Friday.
Skip on over to Cindy's My Romantic Home blog for more!
Skip on over to Cindy's My Romantic Home blog for more!
Have a wonderful weekend.
I have been a terribly lazy blogger this week,
but hope to visit lots of you today, and be inspired. -- Cass
Lindy and Carol,delivering Uncle Marty's Inca Treasure
and other goodies
to That Old House last Sunday.
Dion is giving them the Big Sniff,
hoping there is REAL turkey in that
bag of Thanksgiving decorations
Carol is holding.
Dion is out of luck.
. . . And . . .
. . . he wonders
(and who can blame him?)
why this contraption was delivered,
and not a boatload of
freeze-dried liver.
(and who can blame him?)
why this contraption was delivered,
and not a boatload of
freeze-dried liver.
Humans are a mystery,
aren't they, Dion?
aren't they, Dion?
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