Nothin' much

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.