Over the past 2 months, every single weekend my husband and I have been building a fence. Since late October, we’ve been outside in our stark, garden-less backyard tearing up what was just recently a lovely gathering spot, and making mounds of muddy, half frozen dirt piles and littering the yard with wood pieces and saw dust. Being outside, all day, for the past 2 months has really brought to my awareness the coming winter, and every weekend was a little colder and a little colder and a little more uncomfortable. We made provisions, of course. In his wood shop, he has a fire heater that I huddle beside when my hands and feet just can’t take the chill, and last weekend we started a roaring fire in the fire pit, put on some Christmas tunes and really made it homey and festive while we put in the FINAL screws and nails to our DIY fence project. We really love working on projects together, and as time consuming and challenging as they may be – I honestly know Greg loves the process of having a woodworking project, figuring out the intricacies of it all and bringing it to life. He’s an incredibly talented woodworker, and if he had more time to devote to it (i.e not working 60 hour weeks…) I bet this is where his dormant profession would flourish. Greg revealed to me recently that a client of his told him, just before our wedding, “…Never let your wife know what you’re capable of…then she’ll expect you to do things all the time!”. Seriously – worst advice I’ve ever heard. I’m in awe of all of the things Greg can do. Impressed doesn’t even begin to describe it. Woodworking. Cooking (omg can that man can cook). Gardening. Sewing. Beer brewing. Tree swing rigging. He can fix anything. Ugh. This is a biscuit post. I should get on with it.
