A Weekly Offering of This n That

Rainy Day is my alter ego. She is the little angel that sits on one shoulder and whispers in my ear to forgo that 6" piece of triple chocolate fudge with the four scoops of ice cream on it; she is also the little devil who sits on my other shoulder and convinces me that I can eat just one bite of each and be satisfied, and then laughs with such great abandon when in fact, I eat the whole thing, she falls off my shoulder. Mostly, Rainy Day helps me see the humor in living and, mostly, she encourages me down the right path. Not necessarily the straight and narrow one (how fun is that?) but the path that offers the most adventure and fun.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Rainy Day and the Frog Room

Looking North. Can you see the Frog Prince on the quilt?
Rainy Day has always loved sun rooms, or as the Germans call them, 'winter garden rooms.' Rainy Day loves to sit in relative comfort and watch the dawn tip-toe quietly over the horizon. Rainy Day loves to sit in a rocking chair and write poems by moonlight or fog-glow. Rainy Day loves to read surrounded as closely by nature as possible, especially if she is warm and dry!

Looking East. All the little things on the window ledges are frogs.
So, Rainy Day spent the last of the inheritance from her uncle, and built a Sun Room, filled it with her frog collection, and calls it, what else? her Frog Room. As you can, see from the photos, it is a bright and cheery room, even when gray and gloomy outside.

Looking South. Door goes to covered patio, window to kitchen. 
She has yet to fill it with plants, but hopes to add plants this spring – perhaps a Myer Lemon tree or a Key Lime tree in a pot in the NE corner where the huge Japanese glass float is, hanging pots of Hoya and jasmine, and who knows what else under the slanty windows? And, for sure a Christmas Cactus or two for the white plastic drawer things she currently has in front of the windows.

In the meantime, Rainy Day waits patiently for the promised rain, or snow, or sun, so she can watch more than the dawn tippy toe into her mornings.  She wants to hear the rain on the windows or watch the snow fall. And, of course, she loves napping on the futon so she can watch the birds and squirrels outside as they watch her.

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