I think this wreath is a special piece of work because all the fir cones are coming from our own black fir tree. It took a lot of hot glue and a lot of patience. Honestly, I hate the tree and its countless buckets full of cones and fir- needles and we are waiting for permission to let it chop down. So, maybe next year at this time the wreath is a memento.
Our little cottage was build in the 70s by R. and his father. They built it all by hand; in that era cordless tools didn't exist. No cars where allowed on the territory so they had to transport all the materials on a cart. After thirty years the house needed some renovation, especially on the sunny sides of the place. So R. took up his tools and started a fine job. Cordless again, by the way.
A week ago we had a stormy day. The storm caused a little disaster. The pergola with our grapvine fell over exactly in the year we made our own grapejuice for the first time in years! Well, R. did a great job to tidy it up. In the meantime I enjoyed our new purchase; the stove.
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