I painted the nest last night and painted the inside today. It went in a different direction than the first idea I had, which is more often the case than not.
Where it will continue to go, I'm not sure...
Part of it came from a strange dream. I was outside my mother's house in the back on the stairs, pre-deck days. I watched a bird cleaning out her nest. A yellow and black bird, she would shake the nest and then pour water out of it.
I watched my grandmother walk by quietly, putting her finger to her lips as if to say, ssshh, don't say anything. But I did. I told my mother and brother, "I saw grandma, I really did see her"
Nice to have a visit in your dream, don't ya think :-)