Snow White

Along with various other sundries, Grandma's Playhouse came with a variety of bird feeders that hang on a rack in the back yard. The other day as I was out enjoying my fluffy green lawn, I was admiring them for their individuality. When we moved in, I considered removing them from the property, because of course my goal with that house is to make it as non grandma-ey as possible, but for some reason I decided that they can stay for the time being.

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I secretly hope that one day I will turn into a cartoon Snow White and have little birds landing on my gracefully outstretched hand as fluffy gray bunnies and curious squirrels bounce at my feet. Unfortunately reality prevails as I stand in my backyard, where instead of wearing a blue, red and yellow dress, I am dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with the birds and squirrels keeping their distance from me with wary eyes. *Sigh* And despite my most desperate attempts, these bird feeders remain an unused decoration rather than a tempting treat for feathered friends.

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I suppose my backyard is not as tempting as I once thought it was. Even my cat has deserted me for greener pastures (or more likely, someone that doesn't go away for the weekend so he feels abandoned) and so my backyard remains a desolate place that is uninhabited with creatures of any kind rather than the oasis that I had once hoped it would be...

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Although my cat and various other animals no longer feel the need to remain by my side, I am comforted by the fact that, unlike Snow White, I only have one man to clean up after, while she had seven, all with various infirmities; sneezy, grumpy, sleepy, dopey, etc. I would take that over the critters any day. Why anyone would refer to her as a "princess" I will never know, that doesn't seem like a princess life to me...

Except of course my cat, whom I miss dearly...