Sunday, January 26, 2020

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

 ~ sung by Frank Sinatra