Is It Too Early For Spring?

Hello, Dear Ones! Is it too early for Spring??  I'm asking myself. Now don't get me wrong, I'm loving our south Texas weather - not too cold and some days are very spring like - but I'm thinking blooms and warmness all around. Well, I started in my dining room to Spring it up a bit.

 As you can see, I still have no drapes up yet.

 Okay, back to Spring. I always think of birds when I think of Spring so I poked some of my white birds under some cloches and a little bit of greens and it was beginning to look a little like Spring in here!

 The sun is shining in so prettily this morning. Oh, I crocheted that tablecloth many many years ago but I still enjoy bringing it out. I think I'm really a Victorian lady at heart because I like lots of stuff and I love crochet doilies and laciness.

  I poked down some more Springness on the buffet and of course it had to all sit on a lacy runner.

On the left hand side I've placed (notice I didn't say 'poked') some of my silver pieces - a sugar scuttle and salt and pepper. I placed some greens in a pretty vase and added my Dresden covered bowl.

A little cloud like white covers one of my silverware boxes - a tureen, birdie salt and peppers and again sitting on a lacy doily.

The right side has a beautiful plate my sister in law gave me and a hand painted porcelain tea set my little mother gave me many years ago. I know this may be too much for some folks but I love my stuff! Things are beginning to bloom a little in my dining room.

Be a bunch of sweeties,

Shelia :)

I'll leave you with a little Note Song ~

It Might As Well Be Spring

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string
I'd say that I had spring fever
But I know it isn't spring
I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
O why should I have spring fever
When it isn't even spring
I keep wishing I were someone else
Walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that I've never head
From a girl I've yet to meet
I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams
Spinning spinning daydreams
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
It might as
Well be
Spring

 ~ sung by Frank Sinatra