is head banging bad ?

i'm not being very productive this week and i'm blaming it on the weather

~~

much to everyone's surprise

since it's a bit early

the sun has been brilliant and warm

and

the air smells moist and musky

~~

the snow is gone

and

the landscape is trying to decide if it likes itself

in multiple shades of taupe

while the skies have painted themselves

with every shade of blue

found in the color swatches at the paint store

and

all of it

has put me into a pre-spring daze

a bit lethargic

even hungrier than normal

and

all i can think about is how this must be how bears feel coming out of hibernation

~~

but

i'm not complaining

~~

i just got back from joann's with some new fabric to reupholster the chairs

on the three season porch at our cottage

but

i won't waste this glorious day

sitting on the floor

inside the house with my scissors and cutting board and tape measure

making cushion covers

~~

no way

~~

that fabric fun will be saved for saturday

when it's supposed to snow

oh

you heard me right

snow

maybe even

1-3 inches

the little weatherman said last night as i threw my apple at the television

~~

of course the scissors won't come out

until it's safe

and

that would be

after i bang my head against the wall for an hour or so first

~~

i know it's early

but

what are your weekend plans

?

ps....doesn't it look like the flower is looking at the fallen petals

like

"now what are two doing down there...get back up here right now"

and they're still madly in love....

just for a day...

i want to be

two

~~

being

two

means napping in the afternoon

and

being asked why it wasn't longer

silly goose

::

spilling a bucket of dinosaurs all over the floor and laughing about it

::

feeding winnie the pooh "make believe" honey found in my coat pocket

throwing glitter filled egg shaped bouncy balls down the hardwood floor hallways

and

laughing hysterically while they bounce in crazy directions

::

wearing one flip flop

::

making your hands disappear behind your back

while saying

abra cadabra

dancing in sunglasses without caring who's watching or laughing

::

playing chutes and ladders

::

and

saying good-bye to a fly

while trying to understand why they're supposed to live outside

this was a very impromptu photo shoot with two year old twins

belonging to friends of my hubby

*

hopefully there will be a next time

outside

I'm here, too....

well

since

the cedar waxwing

got all the attention yesterday

{thanks to everyone who knew what it was}

little miss sassy pants here

showed up to remind me

that it's really the

robins

who are the boss this time of year

around this area

~~

and

just like a cage door being opened after months of

"let me out of here"

they have arrived

and

everywhere you look

there they are

~~

spring really is here

isn't it

*

happy weekend

everyone

be still my heart...

did you know i love birds

and

that when spring arrives

and

they dance and sing

outside my bedroom window at the crack of dawn

waking me from a really deep sleep

i don't even care

~~

and

that when they fill the tree outside my studio window

eating mushy berries

while winking at me

watching to see if i'm quick enough

to get my camera focused

on them before they fly off again

~while i curse at the window screens for being in my way~

i love them even more

~~

now

who knows who this little guy is

~~

look at his adorable mask he's wearing

like he's some kind of bank robber

and

that brilliant yellow

on the tip of his tail

like he just stuck it in a can of paint

~~

swoon

*

our bird book is out at the cottage and i figured kate will know what species this is before i can even search it on google

oh

and

his tummy is more yellow than what the picture shows

and

the other yellow

in the background

are his buddies waiting patiently

for this character to get done with his photo shoot

~~

do you have any idea what i had to bribe him with to sit still

while holding a berry in mouth for me

lol

*

it's just a girl thing...

why I play...

i grew up with parents

who love old

~~

and

because of them

i love the smoothness of old farmhouse tables

with initials carved in the sides

and

the tiny drawers of old spool cabinets

and

bubbled glass in old windows

and

anything

absolutely anything

that has layers and layers of peeling paint

that whisper tales about life

as they start to fall off

~~

i love old iron beds

that squeak

and

old grungy feed sacks with frayed edges

and

cracked dishes

that can only be admired

and

the

glass front cabinet that holds

the dishes my grandma used

without ever thinking

~even when were little~

that we could possibly break a favorite plate or glass

and

even if had

she wouldn't have cared

~~

so when some of my photos look unloved

which is how i often describe

new

i love them up with

a little bit of

old

*

granted

i loved this photo the moment i saw it

but

old and warm

just seems to fit me right now

as we wiggle our way out of winter

and

into spring

but

i wanted to share with you

the original

*

and

in case you were wondering

my parents are just as excited

as i am

for the outdoor flea market season to begin