Up on the roof

I found these images on the camera disk today. It appears that my husband has been up on the roof again. To get to the roof here at the manor house on the hill, you have to go up to the third floor and put a ladder up to a small entrance that’s in the hallway ceiling. From there, you’ll climb through the rafters straight up to an opening in the floor of the widow’s walk.

It’s not for the faint of heart.

I can tell that he had the zoom lens on the camera. For a wider angle of our view from the widow’s walk, you can visit here:

A rooftop view in Autumn

 

The driveway as it turns into the woods.

 

From the garden, we’re enjoying cucumbers and peppers. Soon the tomatoes will come and I’ll be making fresh Pico de Gallo, which I could eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

I love it on scrambled eggs.

 

The seven black walnut trees in the yard. If you only see six, it’s because all that’s left of the seventh one is a stump full of poison ivy.

You can see it on the right of the trees. I dislike that poison ivy ‘tree’ a lot. And the path goes right under it, as you may be able to see.

The little circle that’s to the right of the center of the trees is Blue Girl’s grave. She was a beloved family pet that lived here for a long time.

 

I took these last two photos late this afternoon. I can’t believe how high the corn is. My husband has different kinds of corn that he planted in phases. We have sweet corn to eat, and several ornamental types.

 

My funky planter that I bought at church craft fair several years ago. I have it hanging from a limb under the dogwood tree.

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Until tomorrow, then . . .