Glad sight wherever new with oldIs joined through some dear homeborn tie;
The life of all that we behold
Depends upon that mystery.
William Wordsworth
My nice friend Susie found this weathered birdhouse chair at a craft market and she brought it over last week. It looks like it has always been here. The chair is not sturdy for sitting, although Nova will probably try. Old things look better than shiny new things in our very rustic garden.
Speaking of the garden, you can see it's borderline between "country casual" and "messy" right now, with the scale tipping over to the messy side. Even in nice weather (which we have not had) April is the hardest time to keep things tidy. Many little bulbs have met an untimely end when I've accidentally whacked them off while weeding with my Japanese hoe. A wonderful invention, but lethal in the hands of a Spring-crazed Aries gardener.
We are waiting patiently for the nice weather that's been promised for later this week. Hail was beating at the windows last night, and we're back in the 30's this morning. Sigh.
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