I’m fond of mourning doves as well. We get a great many interesting and beautiful birds at our feeders in the winter time, but for some reason I find the presence of mourning doves to be very comforting and pleasing. Every year I think that I should like to knit a sweater in the colors of a mourning dove…shades of gray and pink and buff and cream. It would have to have mohair or something in it to give it some shine and lots of fuzziness. I have yet to come across this particular colorway, but I surely hope to some day.
I’m beginning to fear that if I were to print out my encyclopedia of me, it would truly be encyclopedic in size. I think we are going to keep ‘D’ short and sweet. D
Driving- I don’t do it. Drinking- Don’t do that either. (Well, lots of water, and some herbal tea, but no alcohol.) Desks- I got a new one a couple of months ago. And by new I mean, never before seen by me. I found it on the side of the road and brought it home (alright, well technically, Steve brought it home, because, as you know, I don’t drive) to fix up. This is a project that I intend to start up, just as soon as I can find another place to put all of the stuff that immediately accumulated on top of it upon bringing it in the house. Doves- I have have a weird infatuation with doves of all sorts. I think I would like to keep them someday, but that’s at least partially because I really like dovecotes, which in the end, is probably not the best reason to bring home a whole bunch of birds.