Sunday, April 25, 2010

Spring Rains...

Spring rains bring growth to my flower beds outside and my spring birthday also brought flowers from dear friends of mine (left). Both make me smile and isn't that what spring is all about? Renewed growth, a fresh start, new inspiration!
The week ahead, for that matter the month ahead, is a busy one for me. The Denver K-12 Art show is May 4th! Lots of artwork to be prepped and hung in a short time. I look forward to all that work going home to proud parents and out of the artroom, giving me space to move around and finish up the school year. Putting everything away is something that doesn't happen overnight and of course there are still projects to me made and things to learn!
May 8th a friend and I are having a garage sale at my place. It's Denver's City Wide Garage Sale Day. My biggest asset is after getting everything out myself, I don't feel like buying anything to drag back into my home! It's the give and take, reuse and recycle that I enjoy. It's also a chance to visit with a good friend and all the repeat visitors who come to our annual garage sale.
Last week my wonderful neighbors cut down the tree in my front yard that was growing too close to my house. The cut had been talked about and in the plans for years and what a surprise for me to come home after work and find all remnants of it gone! Helpful neighbors are the best, and mine are just that. The tree has been replaced with a birdbath laying on it's stump. A friend and I made the large birdbaths last fall. Spring rains have filled it this weekend. Back to my flower beds... I need to clean them out, erase the remnants of fall and winter, but that is waiting for another day!

2 comments:

Ronda Sternhagen said...

I'm never good at remembering birthdays, so HAPPY SPRING BIRTHDAY! I wish I were better at remembering like you are.

cwcad said...

So nice to read of good things happening from good people to good people. It would seem that Iowa people have that tendency in abundance.

The bird bath brings memories of my own youth and my mothers flower garden along side the driveway into the yard. She had concrete bird bath that always had red wing black birds chasing away all other birds. IT is not as bad as it sounds. It is a good memory never the less.

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