House color, I am still in love with.
The new driveway looks great, as does the stone wall.
The regraded and seeded back yard looks pretty crappy- the grass is very sparse despite all the rain and watering, there are pits from where anyone sunk in while the soil they brought in settled, and it is really rocky and pebbly. There are several areas where the grass hasn't taken at all. The veg garden needs weeded, and I think the beds need to be abandoned- the tree roots have invaded and made it useless. The flower beds are super-weedy too. I need to take out the dead roses that I overpruned, too.
Scott painted the living/dining room while we were gone, and it looks awesome. He did the ceiling and all the trim and it really looks great. If only it weren't for the layers of clutter! I thought we'd gotten in into great shape before we left... but what we'd really done was just make a vast improvement. It is still a huge mess, with too much furniture and too many functions in too small a space.
That is actually true of every room in the house, I feel. The kitchen is storage, kitchen, pantry, mailcenter. The dining room is dining, storage, mail, crafts, piano- plus piles of crap from vacation. The living room is TV, couches, books, toys. Cole's old room is spare bedroom, clothes, toys, books... storage. Sensing a theme? What is all this crap I am storing?! I dumped so much before we left! The boys' room is toys upon toys upon toys with some clothes on the side. Office? Computers, files, music, crafts, books, cables, printers, scanner, various machines that I don't know what they are. And our bedroom looks like the residence that King of the Dustbunnies would make out of magazines.
As with so much else, I stay on top of things, putting out fires, but the underlying mess keeps sliding around like a mudslide. How's that for mixed metaphors?