Tuesday, April 21, 2009

It was in the summer that one really lived. Then all the little overcrowded houses were opened wide, and the wind blew through then with sweet, earthy smells of garden planting.

-Willa Cather, The Song of the Lark

Usually I don't worry about the patio until it's actually summer. Only, now is the time when it's not too hot and not too cold, and there aren't so many bugs. So with Dan out of town, I set to work cleaning it up so that we can enjoy it.
...and we have enjoyed it. When teen kitten came home from school the other day, I was up on a ladder. I was starting to get a little carried away and she thought that was a little crazy and pretty darn funny. Then she got to sewing new pillows for the patio. She cut up old table-clothes and did patch-work covers. Then I got this idea about a Turkish Palace Patio sort-of thing.
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