pudgey birds and snowflakes hanging

there is a substantial gathering of small pudgey birds on the patio this morning. they must know gilbert's window is closed. even better, he is asleep in the open drawer of my dresser (he likes the sweaters), rather than threatening them through the glass, affording them this worry free frolic. or perhaps they are conducting a meeting, comparing my patio to my neighbors'.

one bounced down, step by step, the black metal thing (left stadning in the dirt by the last tenant - presumably it is there for the benefit of climbing plants. i would like to plant sweet peas in the spring, in fact) and onto the heads of the silver love chickens/wannabe lawn art from ikea. it was adorable.

i dreamed last night that when i woke up this morning and walked into the living room/office/dining area from which i am currently writing to you, the curtains from the ceiling were gone, the baker's table was gone, and all surfaces were clear of their usual clutter and activity. it was still dark, but as my eyes adjusted, i saw paper snowflakes had been hung all over the room and knew them to be strung by my sweetheart, who'd long since gone to work for the day. some had a bit of a blue glisten to them that the growing light struck. it was so lovely, and reminded me of the season that is beginning.