Love Lives Here
It has become painfully obvious that we will have no front door for Jazz Fest (we like our houses to look good for the fest goers) and no front door for my birthday and so we have had to make do with tools everywhere in the side yard, a blocked side entrance and front entrance, and a screen porch with all sorts of tools and crap.
You have to make the best of a situation and so we have. I wrote on the plywood Love Lives Here inside and on the front – of course – 50 and proud!
