This week finds me corralling items from Horror Monster's Outdoor Living section so the house could be pressure washed.
Some items went straight to trash.
Others were piled in the backyard to sort through to see which items make the cut to return to the patio.
My pots of moss and succulents will definitely be returning.
How to keep your moss happy?
Either strain off the liquid from plain yogurt or feed it buttermilk.
Glider and primitive table are keepers.
They may need makeovers.
The items on the front porch which is really just a glorified stoop were piled out in the yard.
Again some went straight to trash.
Some may be sold.
I have more than one of these blue equipment boxes so one may go.
Or may not.
The giant hose reel where I hang my wreaths is staying.
I have downsized by half my collection of watering cans.
So these will stay.
Need cleaning, but not going anywhere.
The rusty feeder is the last of an assortment of them.
Hide my garden tools inside.
Always envisioned a long mudroom with several of the feeders with cushions on top against the wall.
Sit, remove shoes, drop them inside.
Michael has been outside for about fifteen years.
He is now distressed enough to come inside.
Once Michael was a garish red, tan and black painted chalkware.
Once he had arms.
Now he has character.
As for the bad patina on the house?
Thanks to Jackie who found me Michael, the pressure washer.
He's an angel!