I have to admit that I haven't spent much time thinking about the garden this week. I've had water on my mind. (And, yes, that is different from water on the brain.)
We've been dealing with too much and too little of the liquid stuff at our house. After the recent snowmelt and torrential rains, the outer edges of the shrub border were under water. That's never happened before and I have a feeling that the northern bayberries are NOT going to like it.
On the opposite end of the spectrum is our current lack of water in the kitchen. It all stared with a leaky faucet. It dripped, dripped, dripped it's way through the holidays but was our number one priority once things settled down.
Since the kitchen sink was original to the house, we decided that that might as well go at the same time as the faucet. Unfortunately, when my husband removed the sink he cracked the countertop, so now that needs to be replaced, too. And since we can't very well replace one countertop without redoing the one across the room, they'll both have to go. I'm thinking that while we're replacing the countertop across the room, the ancient cooktop that sits at its center might as well go, too. And I'm preparing for the fact that when we remove that countertop the tile backsplash will most likely need replacing. And once we get a new cooktop, are we really going to be satisfied with a refrigerator that's 24 years old and making growling noises?
