tulips on fire, charming Flora, meeting friends in thrify places.

Up at 4:00 A.M.  The tulips under the dining room light looked like the fire alarm might go off at any minute. I love the quiet of 4:00A.M. There may be a racoon on the deck, there may be something larger passing through the yard , crunching yard detritus  under its mass. Generally I like this hour. Especially if I am able to nap for an hour in the afternoon. If that sounds like the best plan for an elderly woman - it is!

Emily sent a photo of Flora in her nightie with Bluey. We spent a few hours together , playing and reading and telling stories, eating lunch, driving the sofa car to France Yonder, taking Bluey to hospital, going to the dentist to get an xray to fix the sofa car...the usual three year old inventions.  Across the street bloom pink hyacinths.

I have never before known a child to love wearing hats, but this one does! The nightie is a bit large- growing room. I thought I had scored buying a pattern from the charity shop , it is a different pattern, more like a traditional nightie, but got it home and discovered that it was for size 10. Oh well, I keep trying to find the perfect pattern that will sew itself.

When I arrived back at the homestead I had received mail! REAL mail through the post!!  This from Fresca, fellow lover of bears and Girlettes , bear in photo is one I made from an old moth eaten cardigan, wearing my Tom Waits pin.

Flowers are blooming a little , not full blown yet but enough to spark enthusiasm . Our yard is a fright this year. Tree gone, Mr. Man chopping off branches from the plum and cherry  because they annoy him, cultivating hemlock and putting up  "science" projects on roof and in yard. This is our sad looking "Laboratory" house yesterday...You may remember it looking lush and lovely-  a fond memory...

The massive white post holds a modest rain gauge.  Our house is looking more like  politics these days. Anyway I think that Mr. Man is having fun with his "hobbies".  Keeps him out of jail...

 

Posies that grow nearby. Maggie's short lived  Camellia blossoms across the street. Blink and they are gone.

White hyacinths and purple, still tucked in. A few days of moderate weather tricks them every time. the fragrance is lovely!
 

A hand full of Daffies made in through the winter. Deer don't like them.

Sunsets have been pink and baby blue lately. soft and comforting, like climbing into soft flannel.  The world continues to spin, pregnant mama raccoons continue to climb the stairs for cat food and Peg the one legged seagull visits every day for string cheese snacks.  On we go. 

What I came away with from the thrift store- besides the bogus pattern-

The little vintage creamer is Eschenback Porcelain , Bavarian.  The dollies are obvious. I generally bump into old friends at the thrift store- this time I met up with my friend Michelle. She rented  Dennis's apartment above the office when she was Michael. Anyway she looks amazing, good natured and clever, plus  nothing that three six hour long surgeries and a month's stay in hospital won't do for a gals figure!  Colon cancer- But they think that it all was successful and she will live another long time. She showed me the bruising and scars and holes that are healing...I nearly fainted.  Michelle is a tough cookie and does have a God faith that keeps her from despair. I think that having that unshakable, not   the usual christian delusional corny dogma  , faith has kept her on earth. Can't even argue with that! I love her dearly. We had a good laugh, at the expense of Michelle's  marvelous adventures...Dahhhling!