The first gift I ever received from Himself was a small Liberty silk scarf, palest green background and covered with teeny tiny birds and animals. I loved the scarf, and the fact that he'd picked it out himself while in London on business made me think that maybe he had more possibilities than I'd first seen. So I'm sentimental about cute little animal motifs, and here's another, from Anthropologie. On one part of the site the fabric is said to be silk, in the details of the blouse it's said to be rayon. CFS Alert! If Anthro were J.Crew, those birds would be populating everything from jackets to evening bags to bikinis. Anthro says, hey, it's a shirt. Ya gonna buy it or not?
The afternoons are gradually lengthening, the mornings are beginning to start earlier - like actually in the morning! - and this means that soon a family friend will be stopping by. You may have read that Central Park is located on the main Atlantic flyway in North America, if you're a migrating bird, that is. Of recent years, many species are prolonging what used to be an overnight quickie, and they stick around for some meals, maybe some shopping, and a chance encounter or two. Or longer. Between March and December, a catbird comes and sits on the corner of the terrace off my living room every morning between 6:30 and 7:30, and he sings while I have coffee. He's a good guest, hasn't brought additional visitors or left droppings, and sometimes he flaps his wings and dances for me. One day you'll open this blog and see a picture of this guy performing, he actually lifts his feet and puts them down as his wings wave. A friendly bird is a nice way to start the day.
And here is a picture of a catbird, copied shamelessly from whatbird.com, which is where I learn the names of the critters in my yard that are not deer or rabbits: