After being away for a week, even though I had a fabulous time, I found myself missing home.
Just like the birds returning for Spring. We feel most comfortable in our own nest.
Like a bird in a cage; we must spread our wings and adventure out every so often.
Rae Ann was a wonderful host, and her cabin was absolutely gorgeous. Still, at times; my thoughts would drift to my own home.
How is everybirdie getting along without me? Are they eating o.k.? Funny questions that go through a mother’s mind.
(little bird measuring cups are roosting on an old metal tray)
In a conversation with my husband he happily reported that he had delivered some keys left in my car to a neighbor and put the garbage out; but that he didn’t make the bed.
He loves to tease me, because I make my bed first thing in the morning.
Although my children are grown, I know that sometimes as mothers we’d like to put a dome over our kids and protect them from the hard things they might encounter.
We must remember that they need these experiences and we wouldn’t want to smother them!
It’s important for us to be good examples and help prepare them for the day when they will build their own nests.
No matter the size of our nest, it’s our home and we love it!
( I adore this sweet felted wool bird spoolie. A gift from a bog friend)
This is the spoolie I received from a swap in February. Isn’t it darling? Shipped all the way from the UK.
Right about now I’m thinking that I should fly back to Star Valley, WY. I came home to a house full of sickies and now I have a terrible sore throat and congested head.
I had so much on the agenda for this week. Looks like now I will just be resting in my nest.
Can’t wait to share some of the quilting I got done with you!