It was hard to feel peeved about our 3-week extension of winter when I looked outside this morning and found the world flocked with frost and ice crystals. Every branch and blade shimmered and glittered while the sun rose. This picture doesn't begin to capture the beauty of this morning.
In other news, life's been a whirlwind of volunteer work lately.
A couple 6-hour shifts wielding a hot glue gun to assist eager elementary school students busy making found object art with our artist-in-residence? Check.
Fingertips blistered and burned from hot glue gun? Check.
Infamy as the "ninja master" because I can piece together black pants, shirts, masks and nunchaukas using only a hot glue gun, fabric, yarn and popsicle sticks? Check.
Successful family fun night of improv. comedy? Check.
Side stitches from sitting beside Mr. G at comedy show? (Comedian: We need an occupation. Mr. G (straining to raise his hand and yell out an answer): Mom! What's an occupation? Me: A job. Mr. G: A JOB! A JOB! Don't worry, to his great delight Mr. G's suggestions were chosen for "movie genre"--Star Wars! and "household chore"--plunging the toilet!) Check.
Boy Scouts tromped through the woods and duly shown animal tracks and tracking techniques? Check.
Plaster casts of animal tracks made by Boy Scouts? Check.
Detritus of hot dogs, plaster of Paris and many boys overrunning the house cleaned up? Check.
All this was accomplished by 2:00 Saturday afternoon.
Now it's Monday morning and I'm ready to lather, rinse, repeat. In the midst of all kinds of drama and existential angst here (including filling bird feeders, tracking down Mr. B's lost backpack, teaching Mr. T the value of hard work and money, laundry, determining my destiny--the usual stuff), I looked out my window and saw this:
That's a pheasant perched in our crabapple tree next to the driveway. We haven't planted pheasants in a couple years, so you can imagine Mr. D's joy at seeing this rooster.
Spill it, reader. What's in your tree these days?