How important it is for us to recognize and celebrate our heroes and she-roes! ~Maya Angelou
Recognizing and reflecting on the ultimate sacrifices given for the ultimate gifts of freedom.

Yesterday morning as I was sipping my coffee, I heard a loud thumping in the family room. At first, I figured it was the restless-spring-breaking kids bouncing themselves off walls. I chose to ignore since there wasn’t screaming. However as the thumping persisted, I decided an investigation was needed. Much to my surprise, I found this little guy staring at me through our picture window.
Over and over she/he would fly directly from branch into window with a loud thud. You would think after the tenth or say eleventh time he might give up and realize that there was indeed an invisible barrier between him and our family room…but no. This continued throughout the day and quickly went from amusing to annoying. Repeated attempts to shoo and explain, ‘hey bird, you’re flying into a window…somebody is going to get hurt and i’m not driving to the emergency room (end statement used interchangeably between bird and kids) did not deter this spring robin’s persistence.
Here’s our little friend giving the window the evil eye as in the end the glass came out victorious. Hopefully today this silly birdie has gone on to do more mainstream bird things so I can get out there and Windex one bird smudged-up window.
I have often been amused by the old saying, “The early bird gets the worm.” When I was younger, I remember my mom attempting to rouse me in the morning by singing cheerfully, “Rise and shine…the early bird gets the worm.” I think I had a valid point when I reasoned that I didn’t want a yucky worm anyway so goawayandletmesleep. As fate would have it, I ended up turning into an early bird. I accomplish more in the wee hours of the morning than the rest of the day (with the help of a little caffeine mind you.)
Out of my three kids, I have at least one early bird. He often joins me in the studio before everyone else is awake. In the case of this early bird there’s no worm reward, but he does get quality time with Mom. Two birds of a feather working away during our favorite hours of the day.
Did anybody else get this sad postcard? (picture me gasping out loud and bringing hand to mouth when I found this in my mail a few days ago.)
We continue to dig out from the week’s big snow storm. If I wasn’t such a snow wimp I’d wander around and take more pictures. It really is beautiful. This is a pix I snapped standing on my porch in my fuzzy slippers. Okay snow, you can melt now.
I remember as a kid being enthralled by the brown paper grab bags often found at gift shops. You never knew what you were going to get (no fair peeking), but for sure it would be a deal and a little thrill to open once purchased. I don’t see them as much any more, but the Sampler kind of reminds me of that. If you’re not familiar, the Sampler is a super fun marketing and promotional tool for indie businesses. Each month, independent crafters, artists, shops, zines and record labels who run web-based businesses send samples and promotional materials to a contribution pool. All the samples are photographed, posted to the site, put in little packages and sent off to Sampler Subscribers, Sampler Contributors and members of the Media all over the world. You’re not guaranteed to get a sample from everyone who contributes, but you are guaranteed to get a certain amount of samples depending on the size Sampler you order.