I got a bird's eye view of the woodpile... needing attention (re-stacking) and the scattered mini-piles of sticks left over from winter needing to be hauled to the woods before the grass grows through. Also, I took note of the blackberry canes on the ground resulting from my attack on the row the day before. Birdhouse in place, I climbed down and headed to get the trailer, so I could gather the leftover sticks and deliver them to the
...woods. On my way back, I am thinking, surely we could mount another birdhouse at the gate on the west side. MM agrees. The ladder is still where we left it from the previous birdhouse installation. As we are completing that task, it occurs to me that the pinkish gate is rusted and looking pretty sorry. I have some red Rust Oleum in the shop. It wouldn't take very long to paint it, but it's not critical so I'll add it to the list to be done in the next few days...or so.
Taking a break, I walk to the mailbox. There, I see the board fence needs a coating of stain; I know the numbers on our newly configured address (by the 911 people), need to be applied...but the mailbox post needs re-staining, too, and I should transplant some of those daffodils this year after they bloom as they are way too thick. Oh, and there's that group of tulips I moved over here ten years ago--maybe fifteen--that are now needing transplanting to the house, as well. And, I want to get a farm sign painted and put up. The beat goes on!
The list seems to have a life of its own! Rather like the mops in the Sorcerer's apprentice segment of Walt Disney's Fantasia where Mickey Mouse's good intentions go awry as the mops take over.
Just who is in charge, here??!!
By day's end I try to think back to what I accomplished. My creaking bones are truly letting me know I must have done something! But I've managed to cross off two items on The List, but have added six! And MM's added four. Our lists must be breeding! In the midst of it all, I have to remember to take time and.....
...smell the daffodils. That's right, daffies! My nearly 100-year-old pretties have an unbelievable fragrance. They are the old timey ones.. more like ruffles than the typical trumpet daffodils of today. These probably date back to the early 1900's. They were here when we arrived and I've gradually transplanted groups (leaving a few behind) to our yard.
And they have the most divine scent. They almost look busier than the more modern types. Like they are delightfully confused and can't quite focus on where to direct their energies....kind of like me in the throes of spring!