Going on around here. Everything is turning green and it is most welcome. It is finally nicer to be outdoors than in, although today it is raining a bit. This morning when I walked over from the barn a robin was singing in the honey locust by the kitchen, a baltimore oriole from the box elder by the back door and there was a mockingbird on the swing set....not to mention a couple of titmice and a contingent of gold finches. As I said to the boss, we may not be have money, but we sure are rich. The wrens are back in the pillar on the front porch too. I treated myself yesterday and took the plastic insulation off the stained glass window doors so I can open them to watch them. I usually pull the plastic down in April, but it has been really cold this spring.
My dad likes to give me chairs. (And I like to get them.) These are two of several rockers and parlor chairs he has found and donated to me over the years. I love them all, but these two are particular favorites.
Besides their inherent beauty and sheer comfortableness, there is the sense of history about them. Antique Boston rockers...you have to envision mothers rocking babies, grandmothers with one foot keeping a cradle in motion, and both hands winding yarn....or perhaps a tired father holding an ailing little one and rocking him for comfort.
And then there is the fact that my daughters like to sit in them to talk to me. (They are right across from my Sunday chair.) That is why they are positioned as they are in this photo...the girls sat here to chat about their days and mine the other day. It was nice.
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The chairs are beautiful! And they look so welcoming. Perfect for a chat with loved ones.
I like the post about you and your husband getting the plants from his old homeplace. I have a rose that came from my Grandmother's yard and even though it only blooms once in the spring-its still my favorite because it was part of hers.
LOL nothing much???
You've got birds birding, green things growing, the bulbs are bulbing, children chatting, dogs dodging, cows calling, and an occasional moment to relax and enjoy it all. How incredible is that? Enjoy the day, there's another one coming tomorrow.
I love the worn, mellow wood of the chairs. You can just imagine the history.
Very green here, too, but more than a bit rainy. If it rains much more we're going to have to consider calling Noah in for a consult.
Spring has sprung!
Nice chairs, even better when filled with daughters huh?
tipper, thanks, we like them
FC calls such things memory plants. I have some too and they mean more than anything you could ever buy at Lowes.
Steve, well, nothing much more than usual. lol
And I sure am enjoying being able to play...errrr I mean work, in the garden every day.
Stacy, well I hope it dries out for you. I hate too much rain more than too little
FC, indeed they are. I love the way they wander over if I am sitting in my Sunday chair reading and sort of drag one of them over for a visit.
Beautiful chairs! I'd love to see an oriole...
Cubby, thank you! We are enjoying the oriole very much. What a singer!
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