Everyone's a Critic

Dear Mr. Critic,

I get it.  You don’t like my settee cushions.  And I agree that they really looked bad on my front porch.  It’s just that we don’t sit out here much… NOBODY sits on their front porch here because it’s THE CITY.   But REALLY, did you have to do what you did?  I knew this would happen eventually, and it is because of your sort that I don’t keep nice things out there.

And just so you know, I saw you looking at me that last time I went to the mailbox.  You thought I didn’t notice you, but I did.  And the way you took off when you saw me.... I noticed that too.  It must have been later in the day that you did your evil deed.  I suppose you were mocking me, laughing to yourself, while you hatched your cruel plan.  Yes I understand that you were offended by my faded cushions, and yes I agree that I needed to replace them, but does that make what you did RIGHT?  Now I am forced to replace the cushions when I don’t really have time to focus on them.  If you hadn’t noticed, I HAVE been busy lately. 

So, let’s get back to the cushions.  I understand that you found them offensive and you ripped the fabric.  I understand that you also were disgusted that they were stuffed with polyester fiberfill and not down and feathers.  But did you have to rip the cushions open, shred every little bit of polyester fiberfill, and then sprinkle it like confetti all over my front yard?  It looked like the Pillsbury doughboy exploded out there. 

Pillow Explosion

Mister, or may I just call you Squirrel?  I think the next time you feel the need to be destructive; you need to march your little tail off of my property, and over to the park, where we have some lovely metal benches that you can chew.  

So, needing a break from the pillow bedlam, we left for the country.  As we arrived, I could smell the fresh air, and felt the cool, brisk breezes.  After unloading the car, my favorite chore is to untarp the tables and  set out the cushions and pillows.  Here again, I use outdoor fabrics that are supposed to be resistant to fading and unappealing to vermine.  I wouldn't think you would be offended by these cushions, but maybe so, you DO seem to have issues.  Well, I was getting the cushions out to set on our back porch, and as I lifted one of the pillows, do you want to know what I saw?  But I guess you already know, don’t you?  (You have your little furry network of friends, I suppose.)  Yes, there he was, Mr. Mouse.  And he even posed for a picture.  BTW, he says “Hi.”  

Mr. Mouse

After a short scream (it might have come from me) my daughter and I relaxed in the hammocks under the cedar tree as Mr. CH planted our new peach and apple trees. 

Baby Apples

My Daughter and I Relaxing in the Hammocks

Ahhh.... peace at last, that is if you don't count the fact that the water heater wasn't working, one of the new live oaks was covered in brown leaves, and Mr. CH broke one of my pantry shelves.  But I can't think about that now; I am going to my happy place... the back porch.  Here are some more pictures.   

Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life ?  Matthew 6:27 

Country Chandelier made with old rusty forks and spoons

Dinner Bell (and yes, I use it!)

Grandma's bowl and serving fork and salad servers

Old Coke Crate

Our previous kitchen table with old French bistro chairs