Bluebird of happiness

Actually the title should be mockingbird of sleepless nights.  For the past several nights I have been bedeviled by a mockingbird outside my bedroom window.  Oh lord is he ever loud.  And persistent.  If being woken up in the middle of the night wasn’t bad enough when I went out to my car yesterday it had been pooped on, quite dramatically I might add, by the same darn bird.  I’m sure of it.

About 15 years ago when we moved into a new house I woke up in the middle of the night because of a mockingbird.  Only it wasn’t the bird that woke me it was my husband standing out in the driveway in his underwear throwing rocks up into a pine tree.  I thought he had lost his mind.  Never mind the impression he was making on our new neighbors. 

So I get up and wait for the light of day so I can take pictures. 

This pretty teacup was given to me by my niece Sara.  She just started collecting Paragon teacups and saw this one and thought I needed to have it for my birthday.   I love pink and gold together.  It reminds me of the old I. Magnin gift boxes. 

I think what I love best about a lot of Paragon teacups is that the outsides tend to be elegantly restrained and the inside so opulent and lush.  A little gift for the drinker of the tea.