recently i have stumbled, several times in fact. only one being a rather horrid type of stumbling, the other two being most pleasant and one i hope to stumble upon. none i am delighted to report were the sort of stumbling resulting in a band aid...
traumatic stumbling number one:
hoppity skipping to the coop early morning i let out my chickie peas. stepping inside coop, opening up inside door i began to remove boards from nesting boxes. Little Voice is in fine broody mode so we have been monitoring her number of hours sitting in her little nesting box. i have mentioned to her daily, no matter how brilliant a mother hen she would make, those little eggs she keeps on ferreting away under her feathers are never going to be little chicks.
so as my chickens looked on with legs crossed and wishing me to hurry up, i removed one board, felt my clog sink a little, 'tis not an unusual feeling to experience in a chicken coop and therefore i paid no attention and removed the other board.
turning upon my heel, i felt an odder then usual feeling of 'give' in the ground. glancing down i saw outlined in all the dry scratched over dirt SAMUEL WHISKERS no less! under my clog, not looking good, no sirree, looking like his days were over long long ago. strangely i noted, he was completely and utterly flat. i pondered this whilst i reacted with a shrill shriek towards the shed. surely no trucks had driven through our coop to create such a flatness of him. i then wondered whilst running wildly towards my shed looking for assistance with my traumatic stumbling, if indeed six chickens sitting on a rat, could cause such a flatness of a furry critter to occur.
lovely stumbling number two:
a window in Seattle on Mothering Sunday, the window belonged to a much bigger expanse of glass in the beautiful greenhouses of Volunteer Park. this window and the nice green thing hanging so prettily has me making a mental note for the future. mental note says, our future dwelling wherever it may be will need windows of character with green things hanging in them
lovely stumbling number three:
a lovely vintage fabric and wallpaper heaven called Spinsters Emporium. oh how i love the name, as soon as i stumbled across their lovely site i wished to look inside. they have wallpapers and fabrics and courses and alsorts of vintage goodness going on. i do wish they had a club, like the old days kind of club where you could send off and for 50p get a badge and a certificate saying you were a member. i want a badge so badly saying i am a member of their Spinsters Emporium club, i would wear it with pride and note others admiring it and wondering what kind of secrety secret club it was. and only i and others in the Spinsters Emporium club would know what glorious vintage and crafty goodness lay inside of those four walls. yes, i am thinking i may write and suggest they have a club for those who feel a little weak at the knees just looking at their peachy site.
'hope to be lovely' stumbling number four:
my mother has noted to me, she has never seen the inside of our local thrift store in ten years of visiting, how can this be? we always seem to be pottling amongst secondhand goodness when they are staying. so tonight i shall rectify this faux pas on my behalf and take my folks to the thrift store, where upon i hope, really really secretly hope, that 'kind of feeling that wells up inside at the anticipation of what lies within' sort of hope... yes i hope the highest of high hopes, to do the best kind of stumbling of all, stumbling of the utmost kind, a peachy thrifty stumble of a forsaken little soul no less
she has put her folks to work in the front yard this morning, Mr Sun is out and plants need 'a planting' ~ Tif
