Listening to the Birds

Listening to the birds around here one would think that they want spring to come even more than I do.

Today I wandered through the house picking up things here and there to 'spring it up' a bit.

I came away with a dome, a plate, a bird, a real nest, a page from an old hymnbook, a magnolia branch, a feather, a few bits of crepe paper, a few strands of raffia, and some Scrabble letters.

And this is what I ended up with!

Tomorrow I'll try to think of a way to raise up the nest so it shows more.

Nothing is stuck down in any sort of permanent way. I'm not sure why, but I have a hard time doing that.

My rooms in the basement are beginning to fall into place. I had my heart set on a neat and tidy work space. But then I remembered that I am me. No one has ever described me as neat and tidy. I'm inching my way closer and closer to controlled confusion though, and that is making me happy.