—no, wrong character! Where is momma?
Well the last four days has been spent playing domestic goddess, reading, lolly gagging, and sitting on the sofa ( I say sofa because coach/couch looks like something you ride in or sit on and I’m too lazy to grab a dictionary and check it out). While sitting, not riding, the ugly afghan has been spread across my lap being decreased or enlarged slowly by me. (That depends solely on how you look at the progress.) It is getting tiresome but I will persevere. (In other words I’m going to get that sucker done come hell or high water).
Why do I choose this place to nest? Well it is in front of the T V and I can divide my attention between the project and the images on the screen. Occasionally I can look up and see the loft with the five windows, the fan that runs all the time, and the fish hanging there that granddaughter, Jasmine, made me some years ago. I look up to remind myself that this is my home. I live in a unique residence.
Taking Brandy out a few minutes ago I saw the big thermometer on the porch read 15 degrees and this on the ground.
Yes it has snowed again—lightly and will probably be melted by this afternoon. But if this isn’t pneumonia weather I don’t know what is. Our weeks consist of sunshine one day, rain the next, and then snow. Then the cycle begins again. Three different jackets hang in the hall closet to match the different temperatures that are turning up almost daily.
A little drama on the back deck yesterday and I got to play hero. A small woodpecker hit the french door and fell to the deck. I naturally looked up and saw a Cooper Hawk with the woodpecker in it’s claws. I jumped up, started to open the door when the hawk let go of the small bird and both flew away. I think the hawk chased the woodpecker into the glass but I could be wrong. I like to think I was that woodpecker’s hero for a day.
A glance outside right now shows the bushes and trees are dotted with color. The sun is showing off the reds of the Cardinals and the blues of the Jays coming to the feeder. The Dark-Eyed Juncos, the Chickadees, and the various woodpeckers add the black, white, and gray to the mix. The sparrows and finches seem to fill out the color palette in my world this morning.
Soon the green will return to my outside world. Brandy and I will then be roaming the yard looking for the signs of summer. I smile at that thought.
Don’t forget look, love, and laugh today!
You ‘could’ be sitting on a settee, divan, or davenport! It is so strange the way our Michigan weather’s been acting…but typical for Michigan!
We’ve just had flurries but nothing sticking on the ground (thank heavens!). Enjoy your ‘lounging around’…you’ll earn it soon enough, I’m sure!
Hugs;
Pammie (another lounger!)
The thing I love about you is that you just don’t sit. You do even while your sitting. Something I learned from you. But it’s good to just enjoy a little time resting the rump!
Since we are already experiencing Spring, I am sure it is right around the corner for you. By that time you should be finished with the afghan. Hope your TV has more interesting things on it then mine.
I like the word Davenport the best. I think the word reminds me of my early life in Minnesota. My mother was always saying, “Get your feet off the Davenport.”
Yah! momma the woodpecker hero!!!!
Gotta love michigan…if you don’t like the weather just wait a while it will change!