Our ca. 1900 farmhouse is true to its year. The house sits near the road, and near the north property line. Next door sits a ca. 1890 farmhouse, same arrangement. Living rural, after leaving the big city, a great irony, needing to create privacy. . There is no having breakfast on the back deck in my gown. Views from the deck include a meadow, woods, lake, and amazing amounts of sky framed by a few century old pecan trees. Shutters, below, are our solution. Sourcing shutters in earnest this week. Farmhouse is white, shutters will be white. Pic, above, here. Pic, above, here. In addition to privacy, I'm sourcing old windows this week to create a spot, above, for the cats to be out of the elements at the back door, a small roof already exists there. . Beloved built us an incredible party deck, and it has gotten on my last nerve not having it operate with the basic functions of living, and aesthetics. Too generous, that last nerve snapped over the weekend. . Treated Beloved like a client, verbally described a choice of solutions, then showed him pinterest pics. He bit. Only add this last morsel of information, because it's something I do at a lot of jobsites with 'Wife', Husband Coaching. Most common Husband Coaching I do is choosing the most correct garden thing Wife must allow Husband to do, that she has been adamantly 'NO' for ages. Paced correctly this Husband Coaching allows Wife, in the end, everything she wanted. He's happy, she's happy, both think they won. Cheshire cat knows who won. . Garden & Be Well, XO T . Yes, it's going in reverse too, Wife Coaching with Husband. I'm in the catbird seat, wanting the garden to be their best garden, more intensely them, than they ever dared dream, and in the greatest of simplicity.