Where is Front Door, Again?

Yeah, yeah. We haven't been able to use a front door in almost a year now! Yes, almost a year!!! Planning takes time, you know. Wanna get it right the first time.

But, it's official! I FINALLY ordered the stone treads for the stairs to my front porch leading to the front door. Whew! That was a mouthful! Can you say "this is the house that Jack built?" Remember that Mother Goose rhyme?

"This is the house that Jack built..."
by Mother Goose

This is the house that Jack built.

This is the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the farmer sowing his corn,
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

Sometimes that's what I feel like with this whole house and landscape remodel.

I'm sure I could work out my own Mother Goose song, but I'm too tired today for that.

In the meantime, I'm just happy that progress is being made on getting the stair treads, stair wall capstones, and retaining wall capstones ordered. Now, I'll be planning the walkway that will lead to the stairs that will lead up to the porch that will lead to the front door that will lead into the entry way that will lead into the living room....to see the dog that chases the cat that stalks the birds...enough!

On another note, my apologies for not posting about the next B&B. I downloaded the photos onto my laptop at home - and I'm blogging today from work. If I get a chance, I'll post tonight!


In the meantime, these photos were taken on one of our buggy rides a couple of weeks ago. Just look at that patina! Ooooooh......