We had all kinds of nice outdoor plans for this Labor Day weekend. The garden has been looking beautiful lately, with almost all the rose bushes having their second bloom of the season, and most of E’s other plants blooming as well. E’s mom was going to come visit one day so she could admire the garden. We also planned to go canoeing one day, now that my parents have handed down their canoe to us.
But the weather, featuring off-and-on torrential downpours and lightning and random street flooding, ruled all that out. Desperate for an alternate activity, I suggested choosing a new paint color for the living room, since we’ve been meaning to repaint for a while. We rummaged through our collection of booklets of paint chips, wrote down a list of possibilities, then E and I headed to the local hardware store and bought a paint sample in a completely different color that caught her eye (“Filtered Sunlight.”) Back home again, I painted it on a couple different sections of wall. We sat and stared at it. It looked promising. But it was a little hard to tell while the paint was still damp. I switched the fan on to speed up the drying, and the patches were looking really good.
And at this exciting moment in our weekend, M pointed out, “So we’re sitting around watching paint dry.”
We decided we love the paint color. But pictures of creamy-yellow squares on peach walls aren’t all that exciting, so I’ll show you the garden instead.