mother living in slow-motion, I feel as if I have been slowed to her pace and that is so unlike me. I struggle with wanting to move faster, live faster, experience more and do more, yet I am caught in her web of Alzheimer's dementia. The house is getting messier and we overlook that. I will not beat myself up for not being presentation perfect, and I keep my own sanity by being creative when I can. I tick off the months with my mantle changing. May has heralded the arrival of many cardinals, and I feel as if I was given a special gift to be able to see there bright red beauty of cheerful crisp songs each day. I fashioned my pair (and yes I know that I made two males) out of cardboard and pasted some old quilting scraps on and outlined with a Sharpee. The birdhouse if also cardboard. It was in my new waffle iron box, and just the perfect size to make into the house. I fashioned after birdhouses my father used to make. They were little crooked houses with an off-kilter roof and had crooked chimneys. Very charming and he loved making them. I wish I had one now just to place on a shelf somewhere. My fiber art Earth mother is by an incredible artist friend of mine, Louisa Brown, who used my scraps to made her. I have a house full of her early painting work, and this is the only sculpture project I bought from her.