Since I'm super excited about what I'm going to learn by working my way through those boxes, my thoughts were more along the line of tickle trunk, sandbox, playground, magic kingdom, or some other mysteriously-full-of-the-unknown kind of phrase. Putter is not what came to mind which made me wonder what does putter really mean.
I did that - sort of - on Tuesday when I went to a friend's house and we spent the day painting canvas bags in her studio except that our day wasn't ineffective, with little energy or purpose, aimless, inconsequential, or unproductive. It was a fabulously fun, simple, leisurely, casual, slow play time - friend time - definitely not a waste - which made me wonder what adjective changes puttering from mostly-not-so-good to mostly-good. Perhaps creative which means...
not made by ordinary processes
And I've been working in the garden. Not puttering. It's more like hard labour digging up turf, moving rocks, building garden beds, and planting. Puttering might apply to pulling the odd unresistant weed but definitely not to 6 1/2 hours of digging, lifting, bending, throwing, dumping, pulling, pushing, hoeing, raking, planting, covering, watering... and so on.
It took four hours just to clear the rocks from the left edge of the gravel path above to the right edge past the hose where you see more rocks and to build the two walls. Then I filled in the walk with six bags of pea gravel and dumped and raked 24 thirty-liter bags of dirt into the garden.
Once I get rid of all the rocks along this side of the house, the plan is to create a five foot wide vegetable garden with more raised garden beds formed with rocks. I have lots of rocks. Millions of rocks. More rocks than any body should have and most of them in the wrong place.
When I bought the house last fall, the front porch had diagonal corners with stairs coming down at each end which were IMHO rather ugly to say nothing of the fact that the stairs on the carport end walked straight into a post. In the picture below with the ladder, you can see the piles of bricks that I removed from the space above that is now a curved garden. I planted the tree and some perennial plants and the rest will eventually get filled in.
The previous owner left behind two wooden ladders. Above is the shorter one, now a trellis. I sprayed it with a clear top coat to protect the wood and then wrapped it with string so the Trumpet Vine can climb up. It'll have pink flowers. And look much better once the carport is cleaned up.
Originally, I wanted to build the raised garden beds using wood so I invited my oldest son to come and help me tomorrow. He doesn't know yet that the task has changed. If he doesn't mind doing rocks, we'll work on the side of the house but if he'd rather do wood, the garden center up the road has a huge stack of pallets to give away and I want to use them for the skirt on the porch.
I had wanted the pallet wood for a walkway like the one above that I saw on Pinterest only it uses the wider boards and there aren't very many in a pallet and the walkway I want is quite long wrapping around the front gardens and the side of the house. Since that would be a LOT of pallets, I may need another plan... like a rock crusher ! ! ! Because I have rocks. Millions of rocks. More rocks than a body should have and most of them in the wrong place.
Speaking of bodies... I saw the surgeon yesterday and she was quite intrigued with my hip. The hematoma has shifted up and over and there is a softer pocket of liquefied blood as well as harder painful areas. The plan is to have it drained when I go for an ultrasound in a couple weeks and then immediately wrap it with a tensor bandage and keep that on day and night for a month to see if the tension will prevent the pocket from refilling and allow the tissue to knit together. We may need to repeat that action but she would rather try that route first than surgery... which means...
... I need to be done the yard before then so I rest my hip and give it every chance to do its thing. Hmm... I may need to sew with my left foot.
Talk soon - Myrna
Grateful - one finished quilt, progress in the yard, creative puttering