The Happiest
I swear the happiest of God’s feathered is the Wren. We have what I call a Dr. Suez copper roofed bird house. Try as hard as I could to take the mosquitos after we had finished mowing . . . I cried uncle. Not so the little Wrens that were sticking their heads out of their home. Cheerful beyond belief.
The mowing went well. With me on the zero-turn it cut the total time down in half for Dennis as he was using the trusty Sear’s rider. I am still on a learning curve in regard to how hard I turn it with the dirt as soft as a sponge from the rain. Wouldn’t it be something if we had no rain today!
Dennis and I are both in for the day. The pork steak will be ready by five. That coupled with the beefed up Mrs. Gerry’s potato salad and jellied cranberries to make a fine Sunday light supper.
I have no appointments for this next week. I will call the Watson boys to make a house call for a plumbing issue in the studio. Each time I make a trip to the studio to keep an eye on said issue, I take some extra time to tidy up the church tables. Yes, I am gearing up to do some stitching. I had cut fabric up during the winter for several Log Cabin quilt tops. Will I make them into quilts? That I do not know. I surely would if someone would come forward. If not, I will make a donation to our church for the church ladies to make them up and give where needed. For me, it is all about using what I have for the greater good.
The activity in my bedroom porch has three different cross stitch projects going plus a good book. Variety is the spice of life.
With that I take my leave. ♥