A Repurposed Metal Stool

I picked up this seatless stool for a couple of dollars at an estate sale a few months back. The minute I saw it, I thought, wow, that would make either a great plant stand or a fantastic bird feeder!  I just needed to purchase some new nuts and bolts, reattach the legs, and squirt some rust colored spray paint on the shiny bolts.

Love the patina of the multi layered paint

I happened to have an old rusty "bowl-dish" and which fit perfectly in the seat...


I threw in some seed and  whaalaa...


I now have repurposed an old stool into one very cool bird feeder.

This is placed right outside my family room window.

Love watching the birds feast upon the seeds.

My Dad

My dad became a father for the very first time when my oldest sister Gayle was born.

He became a father for the second time with the birth of my brother Steven. Sadly, Steven passed away three days later.

He became a father for the third time with my sister Mary.



And the fourth time was me!
  

My sister Judy came fifth....
 

My brother Paul came sixth...
  
And then came Martha.


And finally his caboose is my youngest sister Gwen.


My dad is one terrific, fabulous, smart, encouraging, patient,  curious, sensitive, "best friend", handsome, selfless, supportive, loving, kind, and perfect father.

Happy Father's Day!

Z Hands

I was out watering this morning when a wave of nostalgia overcame me. It seems like only yesterday when we poured the base for the basketball hoop and had our kids imprint their little hands in the wet cement. Where did the time go?

For those with little kiddos....I know the daily grind of raising kids is hard, tiring and tough at times. Just remember to give your munchkin's little hand a tight squeeze each night...it flies by quicker than you think.