Cubby

Spring is very much sprung. 

Six flowers a-blooming...

Two boys a-building

 One Big Fella a-channelling his inner Scot to attempt a dry stone wall...

and one Shorty playing tea parties in the cubby. The cubby was built for the twins' third birthday so it must be enjoying its tenth anniversary. Fortunately, Shorty and her posse have given it a lease of new life, rescuing it from the chickens plans for redevelopment. The feathered co-op still occupy the cubby basement flat whilst Shorty is renovating upstairs.

This apple is falling quite close to her paternal tree.

Would you care to partake of my sandy pie?

Perhaps some sand ice cream? Is that a possum poo in my brûlée?

This sand tea is making me thirsty...

The dingly danglies were made a looong time ago when the big boys were little. They may need some maintenance. As does the hair, Thistle Top. This could be a job for the ubiquitous bunting, a brush and some threading games...

Squirmin' Vermin

I am not a compulsively tidy person. The big fella likes things tidy and ordered. I can let it slide a tad but I do appreciate a nice 'vinaigrette'. Not many of them... just a few, usually up high somewhere.

I think it's the enjoyment of composition that leads me to occasionally just have a little play with things to make it pretty when, perhaps, mopping the scooter oil and spag bog schmears off the floor might be more practical.

It might just be how the light hits something or a coincidental happy mix of colours.

It never lasts too long. The spell will be broken by some small critter disagreeing with my aesthetic. Sometimes it is the invited critters.

Order and a calm sense of zen are not appreciated by some. They turn things a bit topsy turvy and put things where they frankly do not belong!

Others are drop-ins. The cheek of these cockies pooping on the decking.

Who invited YOU to dinner? You looking at ME?

Are YOU looking at ME?!

I ignore and, to be honest, quite enjoy most of it. But sometimes you have to draw a line in the sand.

Nobody puts squirrel in the laundry!