My life is boring-YAY.

Here are the rep weave towels I am working on, from a pattern in an old Handwoven magazine. I made some for my daughter for her birthday, and now I need to weave this warp off.
Getting the studio clean today, for the weaving weekend that starts tomorrow. It is a big house, and I make BIG messes. Thank God, I had Tammy. She is a godsend.
I put my tall, rubber boots on. They are covered with writing........that says "Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness, has never danced in the rain." I went outside and checked out the crocus and snowdrops coming up on the south side of the house. Then I mogged out through the snow, to see if I could walk the labyrinth, but I couldn't. But soon, soon. I am going to have a bench or two out there in my secret garden, a table where I can go and have lunch, I want to create a place of serenity and relaxation.
I am so excited to start planting perennials and shrubs. Of course, since I got the idea to put the labyrinth out there, I don't have as much space to fill. But that's OK, I have a small meadow right behind the labyrinth, and I am going to plant wildflowers there. As soon as the ground is thawed out, I will have it someone come and run the discs over it, to rough it up, and then I will broadcast a wildflower mix. I will plant some heirloom seeds around the barn.

The barn is half tool shed, and half fabric storage. I had a floor and walls put in one side of it, to store sock seconds, and big fabric rolls. I had to plug up every possible crack with wire mesh, so the squirrels wouldn't keep trying to store sunflower seeds in there. The loft is like a lot of old barns, open on both ends, with lots of spaces between the boards. When I bought the house, the barn listed badly to the west. In another couple of winters, it would have probably fallen down. So we had "the barn man" come and yank it upright, replace rotten beams, and repair what he could. The metal roof was rusty, and the rain came right down through it, so we put on a new, green metal roof. We have had a three year battle with wood chucks. I am happy to live and let live, but they insist on having their "main" hole INSIDE the barn. This is unacceptable. So the war was on. We tried everything, but no matter what we did, the hole kept reappearing. But finally, I stumbled on something that was "unacceptable" to them. I started dumping my used kitty litter down the hole, and down every other woodchuck hole I found. So far, the holes have not reappeared. But I know that they went into hibernation in late fall, so I will be looking for evidence any day that they are back. I just want them to stay out of the barn, is that too much to ask?
I got thinking about blogging. I started posting in February 2007. I wrote sporadically. It felt strange. I don't think anyone read any of it, and I had no idea how to make that happen. But I wrote anyway.
Now I write on my blog often, almost every day, and I just like doing it. What I find is that I pay more attention to what happens during my day, I look at everything with a fresher approach. I think I am more inclined to explore my life, so I can share it. I guess it just make me more aware of what is going on in my life on a day to day basis, and makes me appreciate every bit of it. And that is a good thing.
How crazy is that?