One of my friends at school keeps hens. She delivered a sweet gift to me this morning. Easter eggs! Aren't they pretty?
I ordered yet another copy of The Jolly Postman. I am still moving my books from here to there and I quite wonder why I buy ANY more books, but this little story is a keeper with a capital K.
Look at the dear little square cottage! Isn't the tree amazing? Doesn't the little gold chair remind you of Van Gogh?
Hoot! Hoot! I like this little owl.
Do you see the toadstool? Deadly lampshades, indeed!
Look at the cat washing dishes!
Do you LOVE Cinderella's apron? How about the sassy red stripes that trim her hem?
I like the postman's gold shirt and his purple print tie. Do you like that PERFECT bed in the background? I do!
Here, have a buck from the Bank of Wonderland. Buy yourself a cup of tea.
If you are handy with wood, why don't you make a "home" sign and nail it to a tree in your neighborhood? Wouldn't that make everyone smile?
I have had a busy week at school and I have been occupied with a few extra things after school. Eventually I will complete my fixing and fussing in my new room upstairs. I have been ironing up there and I think standing by the window speeds up my pressing. The room has a wood floor and cabin-y wallpaper. It even has bears on the walls. It's perfect for a person who wants to live in a cabin. That's me.
Are you enjoying your September? I hope you are. I have decided that mothers are the stars of September. Mothers pack lunches, buy school supplies, begin their holiday planning, and cheer for their children. If you are a mother, I really think you should buy yourself a cupcake or a fine pair of knee-high socks.
Another thing you really should do on a regular basis is to make a list of all the things your mother did for you. You know, some people still need a little mothering. Be on the lookout. You could spread a little sparkle.
Sometimes mothers think to themselves, "I don't want to be like the typical mother. I'd like to do it a little differently." My reply to this thinking is this: "Why?" I gladly associate myself with the mothers who wipe noses, dry tears, read the same storybook over and over again, wear frumpy blue jeans, and worry over their school children. Remember the movie "The Bucket List"? When Jack Nicholson's character says, "I'm not everybody" Morgan Freeman's character says, "Everybody's everybody". I like that.
I have a letter I've been meaning to write, or maybe I have a few more than that. I hope the Jolly Postman will deliver them for me.
Happy days, friends!