I continue to putter around in the garden. That darn “Linden – tall 1” grass is really great for creating a scruffy effect in the wooded areas, but it has a mind of it’s own and seems to creep around on my plot and even onto my neighbors plots from time to time. So, it’s sort of like weeding, going aroung the garden and moving the carpets of grass back where they belong. I’ve tried locking the object, but this it has no effect.
The teahouse is more appealing to me than I had originally imagined. The tweak that really helped bring out the quality I was looking for was acheived by simply opening both of the sliding doors. I hadn’t inteneded for both doors to be moveable, but fortunately I made them that way, and as I did the recent photo shoot I discovered how inviting the open house was. Following are a couple photos of the teashouse that express the warmth and cozy ambiance I was hoping for.
I have run out of prims again, but I’m very pleased with the investment return on this batch of prims. The teahouse is done. So, why do I suddenly feel a sense of loss? “What a waste it is to lose one’s mind, or not to have a mind is being very wasteful, how true that is.”, quoth former Vice President Dan Quayle. How do these thoughts popup into my conscious mind? Why do they?