Before we get to the surprise, I wanted to thank everyone who left kind, well wishes at Foodie Friday. I have been under the weather with a horrid diverticulitis attack that landed me in the hospital. But I'm home now, feeling much better. I was moved up to a full liquid diet today, and that means pudding and ice cream--heavenly after a week of broth and Jell-O.
Now, for the surprise.
If you've read my blog for the last few years, you know about my beloved potting shed. It was an anniversary gift, and I thought for sure I'd have to leave it behind when the ranchburger came into our lives. But last month, the shed appeared in the burger's back yard, minus her Dutch door and bricks. The sweet folks who'd bought the Georgian did not need a garden building, and we were given a generous amount of time to remove it. Somehow, someway, the wee thing made the journey, just in time for our 37th wedding anniversary. The shed was on the same road, ten houses away, down one hill and up another, so she didn't have far to go. I haven't seen Herself in person, so Bandy took a few pictures.
Over the leaf-filled gutters, just beyond the trees, you can see her peaked roof (the weather vane came, too, but it hasn't yet been attached).
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