Spring home-making has arrived. No doubt about it. Pat, one of my knitting group friends, made this lovely little work a few years ago. I treasure the delicate stitching and aspire to one day be able to do as well.
I see no reason not to sprinkle artificial flowers around the house while I await the blooming of the forsythia.
The rabbit mug made it's way down from the upper cabinets this weekend. The mandatory antecedent of jelly beans and easter baskets.
Wreaths and ferns for the front porch, settling on the chair rescued from great Aunt Alice's garage in Russell Kansas in 1997 or 98. I want to put a note on the bottom so someone who comes after me will understand the significance of this seemingly broken down relic that Alice found in someone's chicken shed or attic 40+ years ago.
Twigs from the red sunset maple and ground cover that is greening up from out back are snipped and brought inside. New front door mat below, with more of that faux forsythia.
Autumn has always been my favorite season, except for when it's almost Spring and then how can I not love it best?
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