I’ve taken down all the Christmas decor that were on my kitchen shelves and put them away. Now I have food and kitchen things back on the shelves.
I took the opportunity to clean the dust off the shelves while I was up on the step stool.
I have more food on the shelves now. It’s so much easier to see what you have on open shelves. I tucked in decor here and there just to pretty things up.
One of my favorite bits of decor in here is the red kitchen sign. I’m so glad I found it at Tuesday Morning. It provides a focus for the shelves.
I decorate more with red in the kitchen than any other room now. I find the combination of red and white so cheerful in a kitchen.
I’ve never been into the stainless steel look. Too cold and commercial looking for me. I like white appliances.
Ivy is spending more time around her cat tree now that I nailed a few toys on the roof of it.
She likes to sleep down below for some reason. But occasionally I will see her hopping into the house portion or playing with something inside it.
This morning she is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as usual. She’s playing with her toys and scooting them around. Jumping up and down when the notion hits her.
But soon she will start clamoring for her lunch, then settle down to take her nap.
She’s becoming such a big girl. More to love.
Ivy has been one of the high points of 2018. And the lowest point was of course losing Abi.
Charlie is deputy dog. When he hears a crash coming from somewhere, he barks as if to alert me. Like I don’t hear it myself!
His bark means “Mama, Ivy’s causing trouble again.”
What else is new?
There are certain areas where Ivy does not jump. One is the kitchen counter top or the big rolling cart in the kitchen below the shelves.
I haven’t seen paw prints on the bathroom vanity in weeks, but she loves to get in the bath tub with her toys.
She doesn’t get on my desk or the green sideboard next to it with my TV on it.
Today is a cold and gray day. There is beauty in the stark bare limbs of the trees in the distance against the background of blue sky. But other than that, there isn’t much to write home about.
Nature calls to me with the yard birds and the wind waving the dry ornamental grass plumes.
But otherwise I look out to my patio and just see an area that I love that will need a lot of cleaning to get it in shape for spring.
Leaves on the cement. Dried up plants jutting up out of the pots. My raised garden is one big brown dead place.
However there are spots of green here and there. This distracts from the garden of dead things.
Some ground cover, sedum, the licorice plant and the eucalyptus are still alive. Lemon balm and a bit of mint still prevails.
After January 1, I will be thinking of my garden for springtime. By March I will be watching my pots to see if the daffodils I planted are coming up.
I will go out there and clean things up for a new season. Start to sit outside again and watch the birds flying in and out of the tree in the corner.
And do what a gardener does: Wait for the warmth of the sun to heat up the earth so I can begin to plant my gardens.
I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose, I would always greet it in a garden. – Ruth Stout