A Taste of Spring
I am sure this taste of spring is not here to stay, but . . . in the meantime, in between time, bring it on.
As nice as the temps have been it is not cutting through the deep ice that can be found wherever one needs to walk. Once ice has been walked on several times or driven on, it wants to remain until the Easter Bunny comes hopping.
Speaking of bunnies, if natural fertilizer is great, we have both bunny droppings as well as deer. Neither one of those four legged animals has much to choose from for eating. I hope our two shrubs that we had planted where the Koi pond had been, tasted good. They really got a haircurt. Dennis just returned from the grain elevator. Dennis drives into the drive through and on one day, the gal takes his empty buckets out of the back of the little red pickup and the next day, she loads the buckets up for him. Sweet service indeed.
All the lights are on down here in the studio. I have finished sewing 24 log cabin blocks together. Now comes the head scratching portion of this project. A quilt of 77″ x 105″ could be used as the topper for a queen sized bed and is a good size for a double sized bed. In adding borders, that 77″ x 105″ can be met. It will take the first border at 3″, the second at 4″ and the third at 5″. The angle at which I took this photo skews the proportion. With a 1/4″ seam allowance it will be a very good thing. Using three of the six colors in each block, will put my stash of the outside 5″ border with not enough left to use as a hankie. That is my goal . . . use what I have.
I have no idea who will need a quilt, but there will be one ready.
Last week on Facebook, there was a photo of a name plate on the back of a quilt. Many years ago, a gal that I worked with in the courthouse had a rural house fire. Their family lost everything within their home. When I shared this with mom, The Riverdale Quilt Club, 90 miles away to the north, that Lena belonged to, had put together two quilts. I delivered those quilts to LuAnn in the rural rental home they were living in. The photo of that name plate was special and sweet. You never know where a quilt needs to find a home.
I am out of ideas for a supper. Never fear, something will come to mind and we will not be going hungry.
It is time to turn off my sweet little heater that has been keeping my legs warm as well as all the overhead lights. Tomorrow is another day and things in the studio may fall right into place as if there had been a definate plan all along.