One has to laugh, in spite of my practiced procrastination of the project, the process was turning out to be fairly straightforward:
It’s the additional peppering with unanticipated (at least by me) steps that tends to draw out the process:
I have yet to figure out optimal glazing technique, and a method of nailing, sans nail gun, without breaking glass. Stay tuned.
And so, the cut grass in herbal fragrance sighs. Tiny poppies in the lawn behind the house giggle themselves crimson at the Visqueen curtains now obscuring my view over the garden as they whisper, plastically, in the blessedly gentle breeze. Perhaps I’ll finish the job today. Perhaps tomorrow. I, too, giggle at the sight. It’s all good.
Happy Mothers Day!