Aunt Alma’s copper collection, among other items, had to be removed from the window ledge so that the layer of dust and dirt could be wiped from the ledge itself.
Looks like someone has more dusting to do. That’s the trouble: “Once you start … .”
Don’t you love a peek at someone else’s living space?
I could look at other people’s fridge doors forever.
Show me what’s on the shelves inside and I’m yours.
What a nerd.
In other nerdly news, birdlovers may like to know that our birdsaver continues to work beautifully. Only one bird has hit the window since we hung the birdsaver many weeks ago. That’s a considerable reduction from approximately three a day.
When there is a storm, the parachute cords blow from side to side (as seen above) but they don’t tangle. If it’s more windy than usual their ends tap on the glass, yet surprisingly the sound isn’t irritating. It seems as if hanging the birdsaver on the living-room window has also done the trick for the dining-room window, without placing cords there. Noticing one window has alerted the birds to the windows nearby.
I stood inside the doorway on the back step yesterday afternoon and listened to a storm coming in from the west. From a light breeze to a loud blow it went in a few short moments; it was enough to make me fear for my flower garden and for my loved ones on their way to the other farm to see the three little pigs that are being raised there. Emil loves pigs but is afraid of chickens. Don’t ask me why. He eats both with voracious vehemence.
The murderous black clouds dropped a hard light rain into the yard but otherwise passed us by. Woo hoo! We need some heat and sun now. Do stop the rai-ain!