Watching Snow Melt

It is safe to say I get a little squirrelly when I have nothing to do. Snow cover prevented me from doing the garden project I want to do: prepping ground for poppy seeds in the strip of wildflowers between the roadside vegetable garden and the road.

I should be doing a winter project under these conditions. It was too cold to paint. My special order bifold doors for the closet have not arrived and I am in a conundrum over my library shelves in the mini-loft.

Button and Dinah are not sure about this white stuff either.

I thought I knew how I wanted to build my library shelves in the two bottom triangular corners where things are stuffed now. As I kept trying to figure out exactly how they had to be built to work with the angle of the roof, I kept thinking, I don't like how I think that will end up looking. There must be something better.

I like the open feeling of the mini-loft. I don't want to close it up and box it in with bulky shelves. The tail gate of the first truck of my gardening career needs to remain the unimpeded focal point. I also have plans to do entry posts with horizontal wire cable rails that will attach directly into the roof.

I have been unable to buy materials when I can't decide what it is that I am doing. How do you make stylish, light and airy book shelves in such a difficult space? I'm stuck.

So I paced and watched the snow melt. I heard it drip, drip, drip and land with a thud when it slid off the roof.

The kitties did get more outside time in today than they have in the last week of constant rain. Cold and snow are not to their liking anymore than rain. There were only limited excursions. In and out. In and out. Drip. Drip. Thud.

I watch the snow melt and wait for shelving inspiration to strike.