The bush outside my door is trapped in a layer of ice.
There is a remnant of its former life hanging on.
As I was photographing the bush, I felt something dripping on my. I looked up and saw this monster hanging right over me. A hasty exit was in order.
But this was an interesting tableau, so I stood in the face of danger for a few more shots.
Today I finally relented and took down the twinkle lights from my living room and dining room windows. (They're still in the sunroom and there they'll stay.) So, now I have piles of them covering my table.
I was walking past my couch when I noticed my red blanket and I thought it looked so pretty and fluffy.
These are the ridges of my portable heater. They were there and quite frankly, it's 11:48 and I needed a photo. Sorry.
This is one of my acquisitions from last weekend's book shopping trip: a gorgeous green leather copy of Willa Cather's "My Antonia." I love this book and I was so delighted to find a copy this beautiful at such a good price.
I love books that are pieces of art in themselves. Kindle shmindle.
Julia showed off her delicious gob. (No, she was not allowed to eat the whole thing, although she certainly tried.)
Then she watched some classic Sesame skits. That's Bob, circa 1972, singing "I've Got Two Eyes."
You may not believe it, but there's a swimming pool under there.
The proof is in the diving board.
I'm heading to the Gibsons this weekend to get Oscar ready. It's such a treat to see sunshine, blue skies, and roads free from slush. I'd forgotten what that was like.
I spent Valentine's evening with my dear friend Chris, eating sandwiches and pickled cauliflower. Awesomeness.
In between it all, we stopped at the loveliest little coffee shop for lunch. We enjoyed sandwiches, smoothies, and Scrabble.
The last book store we visited was a beauty in downtown Harrisburg, located in an old movie palace. What a gem.
A huge mural lined one sun-drenched wall.
The Classic Authors nook featured quotations by great writers.
This is a favorite of more than one of the cousins.
Liz peruses the stacks of used books on the second floor.
A view from the lounge area. Everything is sunny and bookish and lovely.
The lounge area has a section with fluffy, sink-into-them chairs, and a corner with pews and stained glass windows resembling a church sanctuary. The books lining that section are poetry. I picked up a lovely little copy of Christina Rossetti's works.
Listing them all might make me sound schizophrenic.
The only photo I took today was a "before" shot of my dining room before I laid down a new rug. So, this'll have to do.
I was surveying the results of the blizzard today and remembering the Blizzard of '93, when this yard was criss-crossed with snow tunnels and we cousins were playing hide and seek in them. Jules' swing looks rather forlorn.
I had to fight my way out of the back door this morning. Didn't even try the front.
My tea arrived from Andrews and Dunham today. I love their tea, but I really love the sweet little tins it comes in.
