Can you hear it? The birds are chirping. I wonder. Are they talking about what to have for dinner, or are they quibbling over the placement of string and dried grasses for their nest? Can’t you hear the wife? “It’s too high! You know that I can’t see it way up there. Put it a little lower… it’s not straight… over that way… there you go.” Mr. Bird, on the other hand, just wants it done so he can go worming. He’s done about all he wants to do. He’s just… well, done.
The breezes are wafting through the rooms of my home. All the windows are open, and the curtains flutter as the fresh air blows in from who knows where. The sun is shining. How I love the brightness of desert sun in my house! Each room is so bright and cheerful on a sunny day. Thankfully, we have a lot of those sunny days. When I chose to do an all white kitchen, including the wall paint, I had no idea how much I’d love it. After all, when we moved into this house we had a white floor, white walls, white cabinets… and I hated it. Then again, maybe I blamed the white cabinets and walls for the ugliness created by the pink tile and the gold-flecked yellow counter tops! As it is, I look into my kitchen, see the white cabinets, the white walls, my white appliances, and then the splashes of black metal and it makes me smile. I love my kitchen.
Of course, days like this have their downsides. I always feel like I can accomplish anything on days like today. I see the prints on walls and I ache to get up and scrub them. I see chipped paint and want to do a quick touch up. I glance around my living room and suddenly I’m eager to make new shades, reupholster the couch, and order new pictures for the walls.
And, if that wasn’t enough, I can’t wake up. Maybe it’s the balmy breezes… they feel a little like blown-out Santa Ana’s… perhaps they are. Maybe it’s the warmer weather or just my own personal quirkiness coming into play. I’m tired. Very, very tired. I do think, however, that I have just enough oomph to go change the sheets on my bed. Can you imagine crawling into fresh sheets at the end of a perfect day like today?
No, my sheets aren’t nearly as elegant looking as those, but it made me smile. Maybe I’ll be back with a picture of my sheets on my bed… or maybe not.