I’m not a bird “person”…

Because it would actually not be consistent with being a cat person. I’ve actually only been attracted to birds since I’ve had cats realizing the hours of pure enjoyment for the cats staring out the window perfecting their bird click. That weird little noise they make indicating they are exercising their chops.

I grew up with a dad who loved the purple Martin. He erected Martin houses everywhere we lived and also at his mothers house. In 84, when he moved to the country, he added blue bird houses along the fence row and I can still see my daughters walking the perimeter with him while he cleaned them out.

But I’ve never appreciated birds….could it be the movie, The Birds, that scared the crap out of me…especially when I saw it in 3D at Disney World.

But then I noticed….ahem….how could you not hear… the house wren visiting the deck,, so I decided to hang the little birdhouse just to see if he/she would make it a home.

Sure enough.

So as my friend, Wilma, suggested I also put out some dryer lint. This little wren detoured to the dryer lint and left his little stick.

What is happening to me.

Just a little glimpse into my life.

Until next time….

The Dining Room

It’s done! I made a lot of changes and I didn’t take before pictures. But I significantly lightened up the green….it was very dark. He took up the not-well-preserved hardwoods and extended the kitchen flooring. I had a very large white china cabinet which I sold and replaced with a cabinet I had in my kitchen. And I switched out the heavy dark valance for a lighter sheer with hangy-down things. All in all with these changes, it seems we doubled the size of the dining room.

I also rehung these

They hung on the living room wall when I was a child, then they hung on the living room wall in my parents newer house and they have had a spot on my dining room wall since we moved into this house. I don’t love them for their asthetic value but they remind me of my history.

…..and then this lamp. It’s old. My grandma Green always had it sitting in the large window in her “front room”. It was on an old library table surrounded or I should say crowded with her many, many violets. It’s one of my most precious pieces.

Written by me and for me but visitors….thank you for sharing a little glimpse into my life.

Until next time….

The silverware of our lives

As an only child and only niece … actually the only child born to two sisters from the teens of the 1900s…. I inherited everything. Almost 9 years since my mother and aunt passed, I’m still sorting and sorting, storing and donating and then doing it all again the next time I start feeling overwhelmed with the amount of stuff I have. Today, I went through silverware…some of it I grew up with either at home or my aunts….and I’m sure most of it was handed down from their childhood….and I have a set of silverware from his mother….and I have silverware that I actually purchased for us that my kids grew up with. That paragraph does not EVEN include the good silverware that I keep in velvet lined boxes and bring out for large family meals. Ya. I still do that. Setting a beautiful table is part of my DNA.

Going through all of the silverware today….hahaha….pictures to follow. I remembered this pattern and that pattern used during my life. My heart felt especially warm when I found the old ice tea spoons that we used for years before we got the new ice tea spoons. The new ones are at least 40 years old.

Here we go:

Just the serving spoons I continue to keep

The daily silverware that goes back in the silverware drawer…

The collection still laying on the bedroom floor

And the forks I bought at Goodwill one year….there used to be 4. These are mine…everyone knows it.

And for some reason that spoon is my favorite. No idea where it came from. Kind of the bastard spoon. It’s always the one I use if it isn’t dirty.

Just a glimpse into who I am.

Until next time….