One of my favorite things about the patio now is the underside of the patio roof:
I asked the guy to paint it "Glazed Granite" by Glidden.
Its not black, not grey, not blue...but in different lights it is all of those.
I removed the giant hook that was screwed up here next to the light, and although I don't like that light all that much, it seems more camoflaged up here now. Its amazing what the dark, moody ceiling of the patio lends to this area now.
Its very zen and I love it. And I think I will hold off on adding the tiny white lights along the inside edge for now. When we get some sunnier days I will post a pic of the whole patio. This area has had quite the transformation since Mark died. I got rid of a storage unit, BBQ grill, and giant firewood harp, as well as a bottle opener screwed onto one of the posts, and the clothesline.
As I was bringing my plants back out, I noticed that the dracena kept falling over - it had outgrown its pot. I viciously pulled a fake plant (that was always covered in dust) out of this very heavy and tall glazed pot and gave the real one a new home. I already had the potting soil so it was an essentially free upgrade.
(see the rust stains where the firewood harp was? I cannot get those out, and yes I have tried CLR) I was determined to just SIT in my backyard this week, any time there was sun out. I am so pleased with how the yard and the patio are looking heading into summer. Fence repaired, house painted, yard mowed, and right next to my lounge chair you can peep my fig tree coming back to life.
I've been eating in for lunch all week, just making it up as I go along. This plate of crispy rounds (which are like tots) have a bit of leftover pico, two random slices of cheese, two fried eggs, and a squiggle of Chik-Fil-A sauce. And it was delightful.
Mark must have had eleventy billion keys on various key rings. I found ONE key that went to something I still own (it was a spare mailbox key!), so the vintage ones went into my craft stash, and the others I will hold onto for 5 more years. Then they get recycled. Ugh. Cue crying.
Speaking of keys, the turn around time on James Avery repairs is so fast, and they made the sentimental keyring look like new. I bought this for Mark 8 1/2 years ago for our 30th anniversary and he proudly moved his keys to it and carried it every day. I'm sure I will also cherish it for many years.
Gina