food, crochet, merriment
Look how big these pretty girls are getting! Wing feathers on Goldie…
and pretty back feathers on Ruby.
Chickoletta’s beak is growing longer too.
Little Masha’s is still small and pokey. She is turning out to be the baby of the crowd–just staying a bit smaller than the rest–but ohhh so sweet.
And weird old Jiffy–still doesn’t seem to care.
I’ve been telling her they are baby bull dogs and she just has no interest in them.
She hasn’t caught on yet.
Just on my way to teach class and felt compelled to snap a picture of that sky. This is what the weather man calls mostly sunny.
Ummmm….yeah.
Once I got to class it opened up into a full bore torrent. Sorry, but I didn’t get any pictures of the barrage. It felt smarter to just stay inside and wait for Noah to sail by.
Trust me when I say–it was wet–lovely and exciting, but very wet.
April showers…and all that jazz.
We’ve been trying to hold the baby birdies as often as we can so that they are people friendly when they get big.
So, while our church’s General Conference was on tv we decided to take the girls out and hold them one at a time.
Rhen’s a bit partial to the Russian chickies, so he only really holds them.
But look how cool their feathers are growing in. They are only a whopping 3 weeks old, but I’m amazed at how fast they are growing.
Even though I was playing with this cute little sweetie, I promise I was still listening to conference.
Well, most of the time.
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.