The snow left on the ground is just in patches now. Big blankets of it, and then dead looking grass. Sort of forlorn looking.
The best time to view snow is certainly when it is freshly fallen and pristine. Not when it’s been around long enough to look dirty and sad.
I just got off the phone with the woman hired to interview me for Country Sampler. Questions about the house, my decorating style.
Do I even have a decorating style? Advice I’d have for others. I told her shop the house before you go out and spend money.
No, didn’t reinvent the wheel here. Asked me why I chose the things I did to decoupage on the kitchen cabinets.
It was really all pretty much random.
Actually, I don’t have patterns in my decorating style. I just get the glimmer of an idea and see what happens. I don’t know when I begin how things will turn out. I think many of us are that way.
Had I known that day that I sat on my little gardening scooter with a box full of vintage images and printed poems, what it was to bring about, I’d certainly have never thought it would be this.
I think that’s why it is important to follow your own private muse.
Have I said I’m sick of winter? Of not being outside taking photos of birds. Of not seeing blooms out in the garden. Well, I’ll say it again: I’m sick of winter.
I’m not accustomed to this much cold weather. And I know to some in far northern regions, this is nothing.
The pupsters don’t like getting their feet wet either. We’re all in agreement here.
Weekends for me are just as quiet as weekdays. I woke up this morning and tried to figure out if this was Friday or Saturday. Not much change in my routine, so doesn’t really matter.
Somehow I am not invigorated by gray gloomy days. My creativity is not moving me to do much of anything in the house.
Every day I tell myself I’m going to change something about the living room I’ve gotten a bit tired of. But then I look up and it is 6 p.m. and it’s time to start the night routine.
I’m nothing if not a creature of habit and routine. You could set your clock by my actions.
Well, let’s all wish for sunnier days, gloom lifted, the warmth revitalizing what the winter has taken away. And hope our muse comes strolling back into our lives and turns the magic switch back to on.