I Ran Away From Home
This date on the calendar was highly anticipated. There is a varied group of us that meet at Baker’s Square in Mankato once a month to share stitching tales and sometimes woes.
I do not believe that if I stitch with my fuzz and thread until I can no longer have the strength to turn the sewing machine on, I will not have learned it all. Fresh ideas and tips and tricks . . . what is not to like. The best part is that Baker’s Square doesn’t mind us lingering on our Noon lunch. At three this afternoon we bid each other farewell until next month.
When I got home Dennis had the two-wheel trailer heaped with limbs and branches from the Saturday storm. In the far back of the acre a fifteen foot tree top was snapped off of one of the evergreens. Needless to say the new electric chainsaw came in handy. I changed clothes just in time to ride out to the compost site and help him unload. Dennis feels good to have everything tidy, tidy . . . tidy. On that note, Dennis has become quite the homeowner over the years. Nothing gets left sitting out. Nothing gets piled up behind a garage. It’s a good thing.
The weather today renewed my belief that summer need not be like living in a cast iron fry pan inches above the corn cob fire.