All the regular stuff that’s been going up, here and there for a few years. But this year, it’s pretty dang fun to find new places to put things…in my own little cottage.
Always, always…so much to be thankful for.
There are SOOOO many things in my world that make me happy these days.
Take this little headboard, for instance. It’s just the right amount of swirly, antique-ish, that even with my bed a bit rumpled and the pillows tossed in a pile–it’s still pretty.
This button positively jumped into my cart at JoAnn Fabrics–while I was minding my own business, shopping for yarn. I don’t even know how I got into the button aisle in the first place. But oooooh…it’s so sparkly.
This little girlie makes me real happy too. She is such a good kitty and she’s taken so well to our new/old place, that I’d swear she acts years younger than her decade-and-a-half old self. Even climbed a tree the other day. I know. We were stunned.
While everyone is talking about Spring…we’re getting poured on with rain, and the mountains are coated with snow. But it makes a pretty postcard–wouldn’t you say?
Scrubbed off my old plaque the other day and found that much of it’s old time charm, was actually…ahem…30ish years of grime. It’s better now. Sheesh.
Still working this lovely thing while watching a basketball game here (Go Warriors!) or a Once Upon A Time there. Slow and steady, right?
Rhenny boy finally hung up the banners from his favorite teams. It almost felt…ceremonial somehow. Like we finally live here. Go Warriors!
Ahhhh….my pretty dishes finally have a home. Even if it is in a nasty colored cupboard with no doors. It will get fixed soon enough. It’s a process.
Bought these juicy things from a roadside stand and what a deal!! They are soooo yummy and sweet. Oranges don’t actually grow in these parts, so it was a particularly nice little serendipity. They won’t last long.
Oh, the pure grammy-joy of my baby showing her baby the other baby. Oooh, I’ll make farm folk out of these guys yet! Heh, heh.
Guess I have to figure out how to become one myself.
Working on that. Stick around.
Of course, I wasn’t the only one who was excited at taking this first step…
into…ahem…farm life. Wee step, though it is.
The kids have all taken turns coming over to snuggle…
and hold…
and stare at…
and hold–some more–these pretty babies. I truly have dreamed of being this kind of Grammy.
So my little sweethearts could come over and have a good, old, earthy, relaxing time with dear little animals. If I had more room–there’d be a cow and a couple of goats in the back too.
This’ll do for now.
This’ll do, indeed.
Though I haven’t actually moved into “my” cute little house yet, I do go there often just to walk around the yard.
It’s like I’m trying to convince myself that the trees and bushes…
and limbs and branches and sticks…
and leaves on the ground…
and leaves changing color for the fall…
and the leaves that want to stay the same…
and the lovely, mulchy, foresty looking ground cover…
and the mysterious berries are alllll…
really, truly
mine.
It’s like some kind of dream.
And the hornets that seem to be getting braver and braver…
they’re mine too.
and I’m so, so grateful.