The container plants on the porch here at the Nest are beginning their downhill slide toward winter. This weekend’s dip in temperatures, and a continuing lack of regular rain are working together on that. The once large african marigolds are putting out these much smaller flowers now, which coordinate nicely with the size of the bachelor’s buttons flowers.
There’s no particular theme to today’s post, beyond unpacking and – as has been the theme for some time here – making the Nest feel more like a home, which it is becoming more clearly by the minute. Some of the earlier part of the day’s unpacking revealed this sort of randomness: a pretty flowered shower curtain, my high school clarinet (Really…it’s an actual clarinet inside. I didn’t remember the Blue Devil on the case looking like such a band fag, though…), and some flatware (stop laughing, Java…).
Curt recently wrote to say that he would send along some butterflies to consecrate the new Word Press site for the Midnight Garden, and one of them arrived today! I found a big smile inside a box that contained assorted garden – themed things and a great assortment of unused picture frames, which I think will inspire me to choose some of my best garden pics from the last year or two for a garden gallery.
This plaque, which is actually a dried flower arrangement (with a sadly deceased butterfly) between two pieces of glass, is pretty cool. And since the butterfly is already no longer with us, I am happy to make his sacrifice mean something by hanging this somewhere I can enjoy its beauty on a regular basis.
Here are the two dressers I wrote about yesterday, both really nice pieces and most welcome as a place for storing linens and clothes in this great, but closet-challenged apartment. In the first image above, you can see, too, the assortment of picture frames I mentioned before…and all the way to the left, a pair of table lamps. You can also see how this dresser’s arrival gives new easier access to those who might want to nibble on the leaves of the spider plant.
This second image shows the other dresser, along with a CD/cassette/radio boombox and to the left, the Cat’s Ass. The dresser is lovely, the boombox means I don’t have to multi-task so much on the computer and the cat’s ass, well, that’s just a fact of life. In the lower right of the second photo, you’ll also get your first glimpse of my grandma’s coffee table, which fit very nicely into the living room here at the Nest.
I thought that was going to be an action shot of the cat, but he’s too fast for me. Badum was tearing around quite a lot yesterday, probably as much in excitement about all the new stuff and boxes crowding up our environment again, but maybe also to keep warm. It turns out that menacing the painting of the crow on the wall may turn out to be a regular part of his Cheetah-ing routines. I thought I’d painted it on the wall for me, but it turns out he has some fun with it, too.
He looks sort of annoyed with me in the photo above, since I’d forgotten to shut the flash off the first time, and he’s NOT a fan of that. As you might guess, all that tearing around takes a lot out of a guy, and so he also spent a fair portion of our Sunday snoozing. Here he is in a tight little ball next to a garden pillow we found in one of the boxes.
By the way, the blue, purple and green afghan on the back of the chair there was made by my Great-grandma Berns. It’s sort of fun that I’ve acquired a few “new” family heirlooms this past weekend, to outfit the Nest. Sometimes, it’s nice to have things that all the important people in your life have touched around you, you know?
We are still sorting out the finer details, although we seem to have come within a matter of inches of actually agreeing with one another. Until such time as I cave to his way of thinking, I suppose I should just get accustomed to the fact that I will continue to find it all bunched up at one end. ; )
Even though we’d closed most of the windows yesterday, the chilly 46 degrees did seem to get to my buddy, and whenever possible, he wanted to make a tight little ball of fur in my lap, even succumbing to the indignity of the full wrap-around snuggle and head smoochies to stay warm. There’ll be time to turn on the heat soon enough, but in the meantime, this little kitteh throws some serious heat.
Of course, it was while I was trapped beneath the ponderous warmth of my furry friend that I began to hear the sound of a hawk yesterday afternoon…and then the sound of two hawks. I actually saw them a few times flying past the window I could see out of, but there was no opportunity to get a photo of these majestic neighbors (who’s lives must be very interesting on such windy days!) without flinging a sleeping kitty across the room and I know there’d be a price to pay for that.
Amongst the miscellany of the weekend’s delivery, I’ve found a spoonrest. This means I can throw away the broken ashtray I’ve been using as a spoonrest that the old tenants’ left behind. By the way, this weekend marked 93 days for me: three months since my last foul cigarette.
That evil little Nicodemon still plays with my head just a little, but mostly, I don’t miss them at all.