This is our (then outdoor) fireplace in October 2007:
And here's our fireplace right now:
The Husband delights in the irregularities of logs -- the very naturalness of a tree trunk being used as building material. So, when he encounters these quirks in the wood, he makes use of them rather than removing or hiding them. He dubs them "logularities" and even positions them front and center in our new house. Here are some shots of the main log running across the center of the house.
It Is Well with My SoulText: Horatio G. SpaffordMusic: Philip P. Bliss
1. When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
when sorrows like sea billows roll;
whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
Refrain: It is well with my soul, it is well, it is well with my soul.
2. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
let this blest assurance control,
that Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
and hath shed his own blood for my soul.
3. My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
4. And, Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
the clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
the trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
even so, it is well with my soul.
Thank you, Johnny and Chris!
Poor Emma was freezing. She left temps routinely above 110 degrees and encountered a frost warning and brief hail in the North Country. It actually snowed at The Lake on Sunday.
I wish Chad wasn't so darned far away.
The Husband and his father popped by the house while I was taking pictures. They've been diligently milling boards for ceilings, walls, trim, etc. for our house, and needed to rearrange a stack on the second floor of our house. (By 'second floor', I mean boards lying on the floor joists. No real second floor yet.) So, I got to watch them work.
Look at The Husband. Go Bob Go!
Stay tuned for next time, when I extol the virtues of my African friend.