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Sunflower ATC. Watercolor. © 2016 Sheila Delgado

Sunflower ATC. Watercolor. © 2016 Sheila Delgado


Boxes, boxes everywhere,
dust and cobwebs in my hair.
Shelves are empty,
cupboards bare.
Boxes, boxes everywhere.

Looking for the bubble wrap,
searching for the tape.
Looking forward to the nap,
I know I probably won’t take.

Done with project one,
now on to two and three.

That’s as high as I will count today,
to keep my sanity.

Seven more days of messy,
seven more nights of my bed bliss.

Two weeks of hotel limbo,
my bed is what I’ll miss.

(Written seven days ago. Don’t think I quite finished it.)


We are finally moving. After almost a year of keeping immaculate for showings. The house was sold several times, but fell out of escrow when untruths were discovered. In the end, there were three buyers interested at once.

We are off to Arizona. Have to be out of here by the 28th and we won’t get the keys to the new house until the middle of July.

On the ninth, my brothers wedding. Small and fairly casual. Lunch at Buca di Beppo. One of his favorites.

Here’s a peek at the house… from about a week ago.




The truck and moving crew will be here soon!

Happy week to you!





Mother Hummer



Little hummer moving to and fro,
little mother,
a fine nest to show.

Watching, waiting,
resting as she might.
On full alert, day and night.

God Bless you little mother,
God Bless your growing kin,
Keep safe this tiny nest, and those within.

Hummingbird nest. sheiladelgado.com


A  huge lizard got too close and she attacked him. I managed to slowly open the front door and get a few photos without  scaring her. We can see the nest from the front window.


Happy Spring!




A Bird In The Hand

Is worth two in the bush.

Bushtits, Wildomar Ca


These little visitors keep peeking in our windows. They perch on the edge of the window, and take a good look before jumping back in the bush. There are usually four or five in the bush together. I don’t know much about birds, but I think these are Bushtits. Maybe that is too easy an answer. Found this description, on The Cornell Lab of Ornithology and it fits:

Bushtits are sprightly, social songbirds that twitter as they fly weakly between shrubs and thickets in western North America. Almost always found in lively flocks, they move constantly, often hanging upside down to pick at insects or spiders on the undersides of leaves. Flocks of Bushtits mix with similar small songbirds like warblers, chickadees, and kinglets while foraging.

Of course I know they are only checking themselves out in the glass. They are about 3 or 4 inches long. I learned that the females have light eyes, and the males are dark eyed. You can see in the bottom photos that we had a pair.


One bird, then two,
then three, now four.
Chirp, chirp, chirping,
just outside my door. 
I wonder where they came from.
I wonder where they will go. 
Just keep on wondering, I must,
For only the winged can know.