Saturday, May 12, 2012
Happy Mother's Day
The baby birds have hatched. Hard to tell how many. The little wings look like heads and the heads look like wings, but I see three little beaks. He who loves critters never listens to me and always touches the baby birds. He fondled the eggs, too. So, I guess it is a myth that the mother will reject her babies if a human comes into contact. I will be happy to see them take flight so I can dismantle their home and clean the shade up.
I painted a bunch of gourds this past week. I am trying to encourage the nesting to take place elsewhere in the future. This would make some fancy digs for the next bird considering a place to raise their babies.
I like this one, too. It makes me want a watermelon .....
Some of my ideas are better than others. This was supposed to spiral down in two shades of blue. The darker shade peeled off with tape. Oh, well.
The day lilies popped this morning. This is a little early for them, but everything has bloomed early this year.
The front porch has had a little face lift. I painted the front wall and the windows have been washed. I will paint the ceiling as soon as those birds take flight.
Since the front door is no longer being used, I had room for more checkers. I am going to remove the storm door and put up a bulletin board in it's place. You will note that one stump is cushioned. Kids will sit on anything, but the adults among us need a little cushion to sit long enough for a game.
Freddy the Frog will even alert you to the temperature.
More gourds await scrubbing .......
and more gourds on the old swing. The ferns hung in the store over winter and looked pathetic, but I put them out anyway and they are coming back with lush foliage.
If the other checker table is occupied, just go to the other side of the porch.
The patriotic side. Today has been long and slow. I have painted gourds and listened to an audio book. When I start to doze, I go out and pull a weed or two, then meander back in. I hate to be confined. The day is agonizingly long and I find myself counting down the hours until I can close. Twelve hours. T w e l v e. Half a day. I could go in and wash dishes, but that holds no appeal for me right now.
I could go sew, but I am in the last hour and a half and my brain is not functioning well. I lack inspiration. Tomorrow is Mothers Day. I will arise before the break of day and make the cinnamon rolls and sticky buns. All the moms in my park eat free tomorrow. Happy Mother's Day to all the moms in the land of blog!