More often then not the small things excite my senses. I have most of my plants in containers because I am a renter, so watering is a daily pleasure June through September. I love to come home from work and tend to the plants relying on my care. When I see a thirsty plant like my smoke bush or corkscrew willow and I give it a drink I love to come back at the end of the evening to see that it has swelled in my absence. Or when the impatiens wilt, are watered, and reward you with blooms for your attention. I love catching a whiff of something sweet on the wind and moving from plant to plant until I find the source so strong I feel like I an drinking it in, (thank you buddleia.) I love the dew reflecting the soft morning light when it seems the cypress are glowing from the inside. Or how about noticing that a potted plant has, at last, become established, (can't you picture it stretching out like a cat after a nap.) I feel so proud after I mow the grass. Not only because I have completed a chore, but because it makes the other plants all seem immediately larger! There are times of the year when the grand scheme falls beautifully into place, however; and to look upon the area where, when you first began there was nothing more than a green canvas, and now it seems Renoir has paid a visit and added his helping hand to the landscape. These are the times when, after toiling all day, you finally look up at sunset and your hard work is set aglow by the setting sun. The colours of the world do not vie for your attention but join hands... and bow for an ovation from the worker of the field. He or she gasps, smiles, and is at peace with the ebb and flow of Earth as she spins to allow life to proceed for our neighbors. These occasions do not happen everyday or because we think we need them to... they must therefore be adored as gifts from God. ---Keith L.

LOL! The baby is now 8 months old and crawls all over the place. When I'm gardening he usually stays in the travel crib with as many toys as I think will please him. However, since it generally doesn't please him I usually garden during his naps. There's no way I could do all that while pregnant! I tried to dig out a sapling when I was five months along and pulled my hip out of joint. I won't do that again! Heather

The Brewmatic is great! It connects to a receptacle behind it in the backsplash wall and is fed by a 1/4" line that runs in the wall and pokes out behind the unit as well. I ran the water line in a piece of 3/8" flexible electrical conduit that extends to the basement where I have the water filter. This provides protection to the water line as well as providing the means to replace it if needed in the future. I simply grouted around the water line as it comes through the tile and that seems to be working well. Extra cord and water line are coiled and tied and tucked up behind the unit.

Thanks for sharing this house. I liked it all except for the loft bedroom for the parents. To me that is just not doable. I lived in a small apartment when we were first married. I had a number of parties with large groups of people. Yes, it might have been a bit crowded, but it worked! Talking about small, my daughter just bought a co op that is 300 square feet. (Listed as this, but I really think it is smaller.) It is now gutted and we are helping her figure out how to get storage and closet space. When looking at an apartment this small, you think in terms of inches rather than feet. My husband actually found some usable space (a small cubby) that goes from my DD's apartment out to under the hallway stairs. Not sure what we can do with this little space, but we are defintely going to use it.