After The Weekend

 

Did you have a lovely weekend? I think the weekends just seem to fly by and I never seem to get even half of my to do list done. Last I checked it was 90 degrees. I thought I would go put my feet in the swimming pool.

 

I was expecting to have ice cubes for feet, but the water is already up to 70 degrees! The ground is really warming up.
Have you notice the fighting and stuff going on with the birds? One night I watched two mocking birds fight to what I thought was to the death. They fought out into the street and I was scared they were going to get hit by a car. Then in our back tree, a dove and a bluejay go at it all day long.

This is the tree.

See how bright the sun is today. How dark the shade. The grass is lovely to my bare feet.

They start fighting in the pine  then move over to the tree behind the porch.

It is so warm today the little pine-cones are popping like popcorn in the tree. It is such a nice little sound. I never knew pine-cones did that until we planted that tree.

I thought I would show you a picture of my pretty sweet peas. They smell so loud. I think in the morning I will cut a bunch and put them in one of my old Ball blue canning jars. One that I have that will never be used for canning.  Not in the new blue jars. It has to be the old one because the blue is a prettier color of blue. I am picky that way when it comes to flowers.  I am so glad I remembered to plant sweet peas in the fall.

Here is a rug I did manage to finish this weekend. That hit and miss border drove me crazy. It is a nice fat chicken though. I like fat chickens.

Its different I will say that.

I wish you the best of a new week. I was reading a book this weekend. One of the characters was telling the story of her life. How when she was growing up, she said, " She was cut from suck-it-up cloth." I have laughed about it all weekend. We had the same kind of childhood. I love writing like that.

“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane