Faux forced, spring bulbs on the kitchen windowsill. The felted Oriole, with his head raised in song that I purchased at Treillage, in New York City, on a rainy Christmas eve. |
So we are now at the end of a five month winter. The ash down the driveway, for traction on the ice, is replaced by boards, so you don't sink into the mud when you step out of your car. |
Still I managed to slip and fall on some black ice coming down from the car. Slammed down onto my left shoulder and hip. Sore body and sore subject today. |
The happy part of the end of March is getting ready to drive to Florida for a much needed winter break. Sewed a new tote for books and magazines. |
Not only do I bring my bedding, but I bring my picnic basket with coffee, fixings for "Jungle Juice" and a sharp knife, two dish towels and dish cloths, a can opener that works! The little things that I find lacking in these weekly rental units. |
I stock my portable desk with postcards and stamps, scissors, packing tape and stapler. I add a glue stick and needle with thread to round out the "might needs"! |
A pair of beach chairs with comfortable, outdoor pillows, to sit on while we while away the hours, listening to the ocean. A breeze and some sunshine on our shoulders. |
Are we there yet? I am ready to go! |