Monday, March 30, 2009

By dawn's early light...

We knew it was coming...the last of a season grasping bits and pieces of the legacy it is known to bestow, but us hardy Nor-thuners aren't fooled by it's frozen spectacles...we know the sun is rising higher and higher in the Spring sky and we continue to plan gardens around the inconvenience of the last of the season snows... .

Go ahead ol' man Winter, you don't fool me...your strengths are about to be over-taken by the gentle Spring rains that will fill aquifers all over the North, replenishing supplies, filling wells and nourishing soils.

Spring is a hardy season, determined to flourish regardless of your plan to deceive...so go ahead...blow your stack...your white security blanket is all but gone today and my spring desires shall be met by my plans of the days ahead...


Yup...this gnarly piece will soon wear shades of black. It's Oriental flare is just screaming 'PAINT ME'...as is this old piece, an old seamstress of bygone days. Old sewing machines hold little value today, almost everyone has Granny's old Singer...but an Albatross to be sure, where do you put them. Sorta like the old radio cabinets, beautiful workmanship, carved intricacy dating a piece...

But are good for only one thing...conversation...is that a bad thing...?