I came out to take a video of the beautiful snow coming down and sweet little Shayah came out to join me. Apparently, her Russian constitution makes her very brave in all that snow.
My Halloween-ish House
For many years, my Halloween decorations had their traditional places in my house–this one on the window sill and that one on the piano. You know how it works. Then life changed and we moved a ton–4 times in as many years. If I could even find the decorations–they went wherever they would fit and sometimes that meant leaving them in the storage tubs altogether.
But this October, it was pretty dang fun to sort through Halloween tubs and decide what was mine and what would be better off living somewhere else. One by one the decorations came out. As I unwrapped them, each thing seemed to know right where it belonged. This one on the window sill and that one on the book shelf.
Almost like they were just waiting to finally get to this cute little house and help make it truly…
mine.
Autumn In My Own Yard
Autumn is my absolute favorite time of year, but sadly, it seems to go by in a flash.
I barely have time to see all the changes that are taking place right under my nose, never mind absorb them all.
Just as soon as I’m enjoying one lovely transformation of color…
another appears…
and another…
Oh, my goodness! How do people live without all of this gorgeous-ness?
What I wish, is that the actual season of Fall would last a full three months–with all those colors on the trees…
instead of appearing one day and floating to the ground the very next.
Or so it seems.
I suppose the only thing to do is to go outside and crunch around in it more. Perhaps a little each day–instead of sitting and watching it all from the window.
Yeah. I can do that.
New Chicky Digs
Oh, myyyyy the girlies were curious.
All that sawing and banging and fussing around…
just to get a bigger, better place for them to live and breathe before they start laying eggs in the bushes.
I’m pretty dang sure they love the sweet nesting boxes, the cute little chicken-sized door…
and the lovely, palatial night roost–with room for 12 sleeping birdies.
Thanks Rhen and Trent, for all your hard work. I appreciate it and so do the ladies.
Best of all–
it was finished just in the nick of time!
Ready To Rip
My sweet Jillian came over one day with her work gloves on…
and said, “Are you ready to rip out that carpet, and have a look at what is underneath?”
She’s a very brave soul and I’m more the contented with whatever, “Ummm, sure!” kind of person.
So, I stepped back and she started yanking–only took her about 15 minutes and she had the whole thing loose and curled up in the middle of the room.
Sure enough–there was dusty, staple-y, positively potentially lovely hardwood underneath that blue carpet.
I am officially the staple remover, duster, sweeper lady now. When that’s finished, I think we’ll have a dang pretty floor here.
That’s my bet.
