Happy
I am happy Dennis is home from Mankato from Jeff’s one-day procedure.
Just as Dennis came home, it began to rain. The sun had not shone all day but now the sun is shining through the rain.
As I was in the studio, I texted friend Linda to firm up with her about the quilt tops I want to work up for the church ladies. I am on the correct path. Their group does not meet until after school starts.
After I had put in my allotted time, I came up to my bedroom porch to sit upon my cherry red chair and pick up the hand stitching. I have been working on the stitching for Esther’s wooden box. The stitching is going according to plan. That’s always a good thing. I have been kicking around what color of fabric I want to make the liner with. I will use some of what I have in my stashes.
Looking out to the south as I work on this blog, I couldn’t help but notice that some of the neighbor’s sunflower plants are taller than the roof line of their one story porch. No blooms on them as yet. The smaller plants are showing blooms.
I am the consistent one that lives on Stauffer Avenue. I keep a balanced life for myself each day. With the enjoyment of helping Dennis mow our acreage, I thought I would also take care of some of the extra foliage among the Hosta. Nope. Once the mosquitoes notice a rustling of the vegetation, they are on me like . . . immediately . . . after my face and ears. My stamina and balance doesn’t allow for long durations without a cane, so I don’t resort to the oily bug spray that needs to be washed off for the short time of use. So be it.
I did take note on KNUJ, the fellow that Kevin bought his first train set from and I believe also Rachel the goat had passed away at age 87, still living on his farm site at Buffalo Lake.
Nothing exciting to report and that in itself is a good thing.
Supper is grilled cheese sandwiches with chili.
With that I take my leave. ♥