Spring Cleaning Mode


The weather here–50s and 60s now–must be working on me. I’ve gone into spring cleaning mode. I had the wood stove and hearth cleaned up before 7 a.m. What is that about? I brought in a “decorative” stack of wood that I intend to leave there until next November sometime. I’m sure we’ll have a cold snap or two yet to come, but I plan to endure it. No more fires. I’m so done! You?

P.S. Morgan gave me that metal hen and chicks set for Christmas. (I have no idea where she got it.)

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on March 19, 2015  

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  1. 3-19

    Lookin’ good! (Spring cleaning, what’s that?)
    Don’t forget to have your chimney cleaned at some point too, to prevent fires.
    Love the metal chickens!

  2. 3-20

    Chicks and hen are very pretty. Great Job spring cleaning

  3. 3-20

    Spring cleaning? Kind of hard to even think about it with snow banks piled everywhere and calling for more this weekend. Poor robins are returning to still below freezing temperatures, even though the sun has been shining. The ice dams on our new roof are finally gone.
    I ,too, love the hen and chicks in front of the wood stove. Perfect gift,Morgan!

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