On Windchimes
A few months ago, Surly and i bought ourselves a set of windchimes at the grocery store. I know, i know...but frankly, something about these windchimes made it so they were practically demanding we take them home. So we did. For a few months, we kept them inside, since we couldn't find anywhere to hang them.
A couple weeks ago, when i was getting the backyard ready for a cookout, i asked Surly to hang them outside on a freestanding hook we have in the yard (which meant taking down an empty birdfeeder, alas). (Although frankly, i think our birds are remarkably well-fed, with or without our help, due to the nature of our property and neighborhood.) The hook, as it happens, is just outside of the non-glass-block bedroom window.
It's amazing how much having those windchimes up and right there outside the bedroom has improved my mood. The chimes are gentle but loud, just loud enough to be heard in the house. Every time i hear them, no matter my mood, it makes me pause for a moment, and the muscles in my back unknot a bit.
Mmm. Windchimes.
A couple weeks ago, when i was getting the backyard ready for a cookout, i asked Surly to hang them outside on a freestanding hook we have in the yard (which meant taking down an empty birdfeeder, alas). (Although frankly, i think our birds are remarkably well-fed, with or without our help, due to the nature of our property and neighborhood.) The hook, as it happens, is just outside of the non-glass-block bedroom window.
It's amazing how much having those windchimes up and right there outside the bedroom has improved my mood. The chimes are gentle but loud, just loud enough to be heard in the house. Every time i hear them, no matter my mood, it makes me pause for a moment, and the muscles in my back unknot a bit.
Mmm. Windchimes.