PFFFTTT....

that's the last of the steam escaping my weary body. Man, oh man, am I tired! I'm going to be a brat, today and just loaf. Ahhh, now doesn't that sound like a plan? Of course, Dh and 2 of the boys are off hunting, so they might bring me home a whole bunch of work- and I can't really wish otherwise. A freezer full of venison would set us up pretty for the winter ahead.

Aren't those birdhouses lovely? I love anything old and worn looking- which is a bit odd, perhaps, because I like anything shiny and modern, too. At any rate, the really wonderful birdhouse on the far right, my Papa made for me. It is made from an old tree that had a hole in it. Isn't that cool? I wish all of you guys could know him. He is the sweetest, dearest, most ingenious of men. And the one next to it that looks like an old corn crib- for you country folks that might know what that is- Dh Bill made for me for Xmas, years ago. As well as the tiny wren house next to it. The blue bird house on the top, my Uncle Carl made and I won at a family auction- woo-hoo! The other I picked up, somewhere. They sit, in the little cubby hole that Dh made above our coat closet in the living room. He drilled a hole through the bottom and put an electrical outlet in the closet so I could light it up. I think I like the fall leaves, best.

Well, I'm off to loaf. Hope everyone has a nice relaxing weekend- full of joy and thankfulness- 'cause, wow, don't they go hand-in-hand?!