It was a hectic day at work today. We are really short-handed and having problems finding qualified people to work with us. There were people coming in with complicated problems. I was late leaving work (always a bad thing) and then the worst of all, there was a little bird on the ground just outside the front doors of the office.
It was a little verdin, one of my favorites. It was so tiny and perfect and still. I wasn't sure for a while if it was in shock or dead, but it was so limp and still that I guess if must've crashed hard into the glass doors. I just stood and held it in my hand for a while. It was so delicate, so small and light and beautiful; it's feathers and wings placed just so. It made me wish I had better drawing skills so that I could capture the elegance if it's lines, the absolute perfection of it's form.
There are so many beautiful things all around us and I hate that we (myself included) take them so for granted. I was going to post these last night, but I made one wrong keystroke and the whole thing vaporized. Now that I think about it, I think they were meant to wait until today.
Seth made this birdbath for me years ago, and I still love it. And so do my backyard friends. I present to you:
BIRDS GONE WILD!
And here is the square for Grandma Purl. I really love the stitch.
And at the end of the day, I get to come home to a wonderful man and a splendiferous child and a wacky Welshie, and things get better. And I make omelets and we all chat, and I feel a bit better still. Then I spend time reading "Rascal" to my girlie (God Bless Sterling North) and tuck her into bed and check my e-mail and find three wonderful notes from three wonderful people and to top it all off (in fine run-on sentence style) find delightful comments and questions awaiting me on the blog and all's I can say is, "Thanks everyone."
It's with a big grin that I answer my friends:
soozs: The boxes are done in garter stitch, side-bottom-side and then stitches are picked up on both sides of the bottom to make the 3rd and 4th sides, then single-crocheted up to fuse the sides. The Mason-Dixon book is oh, so holy, and if you can't put your hands on it in the library, let me know. These boxes are addicting, and I may have to bid on them myself to be sure they go to good home.
Barb: Thanks, firstly, for all the nice words! We had a computer guy come in and look over my little laptop a while back, and he recommended Opera as an alternative to Internet Explorer. I have found that it'll post my Blogger photos lickety-split, then I can save as a draft and go back to IE to put in verbiage. Works for me!
Thanks for popping in, folks. You helped re-make my day.