Wednesday, February 16, 2011
The wind is blowing from the north today. We don't have cold north
winds very often. The wind chimes haven't stopped ringing all day.
Across the road from me as I watched out the school room window.
The tumble weeds were marching across the field like some fuzzy
looking army of gnomes. I don't know why they make me laugh but
they do, and with the wind pushing them along, they will overtake
a slower tumble weed and they look as if they join arms to continue on
the journey. I watched until they were out of sight wondering where they will
end up. Knowing all to soon the wind will change direction and they
will end up in my yard to dispose of along with all of the Starbucks cups,
the Vons bags, the palm tree fronds and used napkins.
With the wind howling outside the window, begging to be
let in, I sat and finished this little punch needle rug. I enjoyed working
on it and now I am glad I am finished with it. I like working with
wool yarn. I think though I prefer using wool strips. But each kind
I like and now I pulled some loops in my next rug so I could say I started.
I am feeling like I would like to make something out of wood and I have
a project I want to make but I don't think my husband would let it in the house.
I have a old rabbit hutch door that has been chewed on and has chicken wire
in the door and I think it is just lovely. I am afraid, it will be to0 rustic for my dear husband.
I have it hanging outside on my shed and the more I stare at it the more I want
it to be on the wall in the house.
I could paint some old words on it and it
would be great. I stand and stare at it every day when I feed my chickens.
Then I got my Country Living and what should be in it but a whole page
of chicken wire things. Who knew, I have so much out behind my shed just
rusting and looking really nice for some crafty projects.
I could hear Mr. Pointy Head on the porch today.
He is a Eastern Phoebe who moved to California for the
easy living. He keeps my porches and my swimming pool
bug free. I thought he had changed his tune a bit and I have
heard him singing love songs. I had a idea that there must be
a Mrs. Pointy Head. So I went out with my camera, and he flew
off. I then heard behind me a sound and there sitting on my rocking
chair was the new Mrs. She looks young. She flew off too and I thought
I could get a picture of her on the fence. As you can see, I could not.
But there are two, and I am hoping for babies.
I have noticed all of the birds going crazy this week. Blue Jays trying
to rip all of the branches of the Crate Myrtle. Sparrows, are just
disgusting. Little creeps. The dove are looking around to try and build
their almost a nests in trees. Can you imagine having your sweet baby come home
to a tumble weed cradle? I think of that every time I see them with bits of
tumbleweed in their mouths. I have chicken feathers out side for nests but they
don't seem to notice.
These were just things I noticed this week. I hope your
week is going good.
Blessings to you,