Snippets of Joy

Jo and Olga planted this weeping willow years ago. It has grown into a beauty.

It conveys a magical feeling when you stand near it. Seeing it made me wish for one in a corner of our yard.

I wanted to show the page from my first simple journaling notebook that gave me this vignette idea. But after searching through lots and lots of photos on the computer I couldn't find it. If I run across it, I'll add it later.

The iron bird figurine was outside, but now it's in the guest bedroom.

FINALLY found it!

Love this glass world on the stand. 

I believe I once gave Ryan one.

Wonder what became of his.

This is my second artist figure. It's more vintage and larger than my other one over in the art room. I may have shown it before. It's hard to remember what I've shared in past posts.

I'm very fond of decorative storage boxes. I moved these from the coat rack to the small table in the guest bedroom so I could do the vignette above.

Moving objects this past week has been a form of domestic therapy. 

With the cooler temperatures in the forecast for this week I may have to venture out for some retail therapy. Feeling the need for a bargain quest.


Thanks for dropping by. Have a wonderful week of  joys.

Fondness for Birds

These two keep each other company on an end table in the living room.

This birdhouse is also in the living room.

This green pair is in the guest bedroom on the dresser.

I change what sits on the gold trunk in the den quite often. . . for now the wooden box with a birdnest and tiny bird on top.

This arrangement under the cloche has three items that are special to me. . . there's a picture of the place where my husband and I met . . . there's a tiny church like the one where we married . . . and the frame ( with a bird on top) has this poem

And in his heart

My heart is locked,

And in his life,

My life.

-Christina Rossetti

This last picture shows one of my favorites . . . a small iron bird. I moved the grayish urn from the living room to this counter in the bath. I never tire of those golden eggs in that ornament nest.

Because of the cold temperatures, I'm staying in our nest, that wonderful place called home.