Fourteen hours at the computer!! I was “climbing the family tree.”  If the reader has followed my messages, it’s obvious Ancestry. com commands my dedication. Beyond the standard documentation of names, dates, etc., etc., I love to solve illusive relationships. Very recently, a DNA cousin contacted me and I launched into identification of our relatives. (I love these searches!!) Then–out of the blue–I found another Frantz family. (The Frantz family is my primary “tree.”) “Where do these folks fit on my tree?”

Third day in my PJ’s and robe. I only opened the door (for first time in three days) when a neighbor came to tell me the water will be shut off for a while tomorrow. ~~ I’d had “good intentions”; I planned to go grocery shopping today.

Why am I writing a blog message versus “doing” more Ancestry.com?? I took that branch of the Frantz family back as far as possible (no more documentation) so an obvious stopping point. Furthermore, it’s 10:30 PM, and bedtime. I probably won’t sleep because so many names–and questions–in my mind. It’s been an exciting day!!

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Nothing new or creative about this message. Gratefully, I can report I’m warm and comfortable (furnace is working fine), and good night’s sleep.

By comparison, our weather is mild? Subtract nine or ten degrees and you have the “feels like”  temperature. In the forseeable future (according to TV meteorologist) “Spring-like”  weather.

To the left, temperature twelve hours earlier.

Below, left, temperature in wee hours of the morning.

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Bird feeders–and other “bird” accessories–removed from the large storage box. Then a thorough cleaning. Two dozen feeders (total) and logic dictates that some should go into the yard sale. OK, Lorraine, decision time! ~~ Never “too many” Hummingbird feeders; I’ll keep those. ~~ A couple of mealworm feeders–on Shepherds’s hooks–where the Bluebird house resided. “Will the Bluebirds come if the house is gone?”  Two mealworm feeders will accompany the Bluebird house when it sells. ~~ A beautiful day but freezing temperatures (again) within a week.

Ten bird feeders currently hanging in my backyard. Some are “seasonal”: Suet feeders for Woodpeckers, etc., and Nyjer seed for Finches. By the time the “yard sale”  sign is displayed, the seasonal feeders will be destined for a new home. The “free stuff”  area is growing every day. Eventually, if a remainder, the stuff will go to the dump. “Going, going, gone!” (Nothing valuable enough to donate to a thrift shop.) ~~ This little fellow doesn’t respect the fact that this a “bird” feeder. He was so frustrated with the “guard” around feeder!! So humorous to watch his antics.

Hard to comprehend that temperatures will plummet to freezing in less than fourteen hours.

Sorry!! The pictures are unsatisfactory! The late afternoon sun dressed the bottles with sparkling color. Have you heard the term “Poor man’s stained glass“? Obviously, I love “bottle bushes,” “bottle trees,” and “bottle chandeliers.” These three are conspicuous in my front yard. Visit my earlier examples (1) Poor man’s stained glass, and (2) Poor Lorraine’s stained glass.

Assignment: Please read the blog message(s) of a friend.

Yesterday, I had links to earlier blog messages; I shared links to nostalgic memories. This morning, I’m sitting in front of the television set watching the 40th Anniversary program of CBS Sunday Morning.

See a variety of Sunday Morning sun art. Read, and listen to, this poem.

At 3:37, back in my trailer home after several hours in the yard. I “hosed” several dozen planters and miscellaneous items. Moved my planter from “the shade garden”  to the driveway where it will be on display “for sale.” ~~ I almost titled this message “Blood, sweat & tears.”  This “display” has a history and it breaks my heart to sell another piece of my artistry. It was created on March 26, 2012, and details are in “Building the Masterpiece.” There have been a few modifications through the years; different hanging baskets, different bird house. From (1) Waxhaw, North Carolina, to (2) the CARE Center, to (3) current location. Likewise, the Bluebird house (mentioned yesterday) dates back to North Carolina. Read “Oh happy day“  and “Heart-stopping incident.”  I had a camera in the Bluebird house; I watched as Mama Blue laid eggs, Mama and Papa Blue fed the babies, and started the process all over again after the babies fledged. Conservatively, dozens of blog messages about my love of Bluebirds. (Search Bluebirds for more details.)