Compost

David loves, for some reason, pictures of rotten fruit (and vegetables). He likes to photograph them (evidence at right) and he wants to hang them in my kitchen. I am all for avant-garde art, but this rotten fruit doesn't lend the appropriate tone to the place where I try to make palatable food, so I've refused to let him hang those photos.

We do have up (as of yesterday) some terrific ones from last year's garden. Now we just need to get the spice racks up and the kitchen will be complete.

Making this house our own has been one of the most satisfying events (or string of them) in my life. I think I have always yearned for the time when I could build my permanent nest.

--Camille