March and April are probably my least favorite time of the year.
I am working on that..
The temperatures in the mid 60's and sun last week helped, but torrential rain today after the melting of 40 inches of snow has left.. well... muck. Good for mud boots - bad for getting anything done outside.
So instead of working outside, I've been re-arranging the furniture. Silly habit really. It's been an illness for years now. My poor husband (a good sport really - thanks honey for helping me flip the house - xo) runs for the basement when he sees 'the look' in my eyes set in...
In the flipping and sifting, I realized how much a love collections. Nothing in particular. Bits. Collections of collections. Miniatures. Dried things. Stuff people would wonder why on earth does she have THAT.
Like an empty candy box hiding postage from Scotland, a penguin, and a cardboard star.

... Egg carton full of white "lucky stones'.
Maybe it comes from this?...

Jem's treasure box.
Did you?
It's not a mocking bird, but a little wren perched on my sketchbook in the shifting rubble on the second floor from last weekend. I'll be sifting through things again today and smiling... in the rain.