Who says birdhouses are for the birds?
Everything shown is old, except some of the flowers, and most of the birdhouses. And the lantern. The birdhouse at the bottom is old. My mother got it, but had it out in all the weather. It’s the most exquisitely hand-painted birdhouse I’ve ever seen, and it was a shame it was out in all the elements for so many years. I rescued it and had it in the sunroom. But in the new house, it’s on top of the world on my kitchen cabinets. I felt like that this morning. Tanner decided he needed a bathroom break. I ignored him. Then finally gave up and remembered I could just let him outside. I didn’t have to take him out on leash. So I went back to bed. Tanner barks. Ugh. Then I’m so awake, forget going back to sleep. And I took Max out, cleaned up the house, and it’s time to settle down to work. When really, wouldn’t it be so nice to just skip working and get right to reading? Yeah.
Oh, and the proof of A Very Jaguar Christmas is done! But now it’s back to finishing SEAL Wolf Undercover. 🙂
Have a super day!!!
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