It was too dark to see much when the landscape crew finally left last night; Marc and I were delighted with what we saw in the yard this morning!
Except for that little bit of “seasonal color” (bright pink vinca) right by the steps and transplanted daylilies on the far left edge, everything else is shrubs: lorapetalum, nandina (gah, I hope we have the sterile variety!) and liriope.
They’re back today with more plants and a first load of stones.
Our house is perched on top of a hill and we have serious drainage issues along the sides and in the back. Fixing those issues is one of our goals (and obviously key to eliminating the mud puddle that has become our back yard). This is step one.They’re supposed to get this finished today and (of course) we have rain in the weekend forecast. I’m glad we’ll get to test it out before they do the same thing on the other side!
But before we get to the weekend, how about celebrating Friday!
Thinking about … how little my American history classes actually taught me about American history. I’m deep into (and completely enjoying in spite of the often difficult material) The Soul of America and read about Calvin Coolidge this morning (he became President in 1923, following the death of Warren Harding).
Taciturn and enigmatic, an embodiment of New England rectitude, frugality, and learning, President Coolidge was a more interesting man than either many of his contemporaries or most historians have thought him. (p. 130)
I went back to re-read and highlight that sentence after I read this excerpt from a speech he gave to the American Legion in Omaha, Nebraska in October 1925 (at the time, the nation was caught up in a KKK-revival – another bit of history my classes failed to teach):
If we are to have … that union of spirit which is the foundation of real national genius and national progress, we must all realize that there are true Americans who did not happen to be born in our section of the country, who do not attend our place of religious worship, who are not of our racial stock, or who are not proficient in our language. If we are to create on this continent a free Republic and an enlightened civilization that will be capable of reflecting the true greatness and glory of mankind, it will be necessary to regard these differences as accidental and unessential. We shall have to look beyond the outward manifestations of race and creed. Divine Providence has not bestowed upon any race a monopoly of patriotism and character. (p. 133)
It’s crazy to me that those words make complete sense today … almost 100 years later. Will we ever learn?!
Grateful for … ten days down and (hopefully only) ten more to go!
Inspired by … all the talented and generous sewists who share their projects on Instagram. This morning’s happy little rabbit hole was the #grainlinehadley tag. I don’t think I saw any of y’all in that feed – have you made the top? Also, do you buy fabric on-line? I need some shopping recommendations!
Fun … I’m getting together with two girlfriends tomorrow – one virtually and one (hopefully) in person. There will be knitting. and talking about knitting. and maybe even some talking about sewing (and actual sewing).
Wishing you a wonderful weekend!