And our "barnyard" is pretty busy, too. Fioré (the cat) has gone plumb crazy. We find her in the strangest places. She's not allowed on counters or tables, yet we find her there all the time. The carnations were moved because she chows down on them as if they were catnip. We've taken to calling her Seabiscuit for her love of eating flowers and, what's worse, she has absolutely no remorse.
The only tree blossoming around here is in that print above that John brought me from the flea market several years ago now.
In other scintillating decorating news, I removed all the things from the bay window. That seed packet garland was the proverbial straw... I packed away the fabric banner and repositioned the seed packet garland on the light above the table. Fascinating stuff, say what?
The only forsythia blooming are the forced branches I keep lopping off and bringing in. There may be nothing left on the bushes when it does come into forsythia season.
Last night, I worked on my next set of note cards for the note card party coming up next week — the 18th to be exact with sign-up beginning the evening before, if you choose. Some mention how difficult it is to limit the photos to four. I find it difficult to find four that complement each other enough to be considered a set. I really enjoyed working on the project. (It's fun to wander back through the pages of one's own blog.) If you participated last time, I hope that you will be able to again and, if you didn't, I hope that you'll try it. The more the merrier!
Thanks so much for sharing your favorite poems and poets with me. I either nodded my head in recognition or went scurrying for the poetry books. Fun!
Hope that you have things blooming in your corner...