A Paradisical Morning

After some very dark, cold days, we were greeted with soft, warm breezes and some light sunshine. I made up a new word from the word "paradise", which is what it feels like today. So gentle and refined was the morning that I dressed up for it, and took some pictures to show here. Above you see a very large cup I got at a Goodwill for the handsome price of 89 cents. Showing a  painted leaf on the outside edge, I knew it was meant for a flowering plant. 

Some have called this a cedar of Lebanon tree that lives in the south yard area. It has huge branches which make a cool shelter beneath it. I will put a table and chairs there for a tea.

Seeing all I need to do here in the way of yard and garden work makes me wish I had not lolled around so much in the colder weather. The inside work is still not finished (there are some rooms in disarray due to moving and exchanging rooms) , and now the outside is screaming for weeding and trimming and planting.

Mr. S. Has way more stamina than I have, being out til after 8 p.m. gardenning. He gets so much accomplished. Here he is loading the garden spot with fresh dirt. It means, of course, without him saying anything, that I am going to plant the food, and hopefully soon.

He came in and told me seriously and solemnly that he had unearthed an historical relic; a mammoth of some kind from a previous era and he wanted me to get a photo of this:

It appeared a couple of feet deep, so he was wanting to speculate on what era it came from...probably the grandchild age. I do not know how many years each layer of dirt represents, do you?

It is going to rain again tomorrow so I have hurriedly done a little work outside before the grass and weeds grow so tall it makes the house look abandoned.

I send out distress photos of storage boxes and books, etc. to someone on my phone while I am getting everything back in order inside the house. I always send a picture that looks like "hoarders" and then in capital letters PLEASE PRAY FOR ME. Sometimes they send me back similar pictures as if to compete and show who has the worse mess, but I always win. Eventually they get an "after" picture of the almost miraculous clean-up.

Since the shoulder bone is connected to the elbow bone, there is never any way to move one room to another in a completely smooth, orderly way.  Seasoned homemakers expect that unrelated rooms will get a spill over from the upheaval. I don't let anyone see what I am doing unless they can be trusted and I won't have to pay to keep them quiet.

I will include pictures when things get back together.

Please make up your mind to have a lovely day.

Lydia