This is what I call perfect weather – highs in the 70’s and low humidity – it’s our reward for last winter.
The peonies are beginning to bloom and I’m going to miss most of them because we are leaving for Eric’s wedding this morning. He is getting married in International Falls, MN, which is about a 10 hour drive from here. Linda and Geil, my pet sitters, arrived yesterday and will take care of everybody while we’re gone. This is no small task, believe me! I have tried to write absolutely everything down but even that is hard. I will be blogging with pictures of our trip so check Chicken Scratch – can be found with a tab on our home page www.countrythreads.com.
Rick and I got married on Flag Day 17 years ago and now Eric and Nikki will be married on the same day. It’s also Eric’s birthday – so he’ll never forget his anniversary – ha!
Marilyn H. sent me new hyacinth bean vine seeds this year and I am hovering over them several times a day to see if they’re growing. Many have sprouted but I’m hoping for more. I bought this round iron “thing” for the vine to crawl on – Rick says it’s from an old corn crib.
My Millie is the only cat who likes to sit on the edge of the stones – she’s almost the perfect cat.
Rick and I, with Connie’s help, moved the old pump organ to the hallway outside the piano room. I love playing old hymns on this old musical instrument – especially Christmas carols.
I finished Shelby’s baby quilt – a navy, gray and cream chevron, just half square triangles. No pattern – just rows of navy and neutral triangles placed in a chevron pattern.
We enjoyed camp last week – here are our dog visitors with Telly supervising at the bottom of the steps.
Connie and Mary Baker will be greeting many of you at the Chicago show – I’m sorry I won’t be seeing you this year but I’m looking forward to the wedding weekend – no sewing just relaxing with family and taking a leisurely drive home.
I will be blogging about the wedding if you’re interested. Time to go – see you on the blog!
Just for a laugh…
Just before I was deployed to Iraq , I sat my eight-year-old son down and broke the news to him. ‘I’m going to be away for a long time,’ I told him. ‘I’m going to Iraq ..’ ‘Why?’ he asked. ‘Don’t you know there’s a war going on over there?’