Hello! Just dropping in with an update to show the progress I'm making on my quilt, which I think is coming along nicely. So much wonderful color for winter-weary eyes. I just finished doing some feather-stitching around some of the embroidered patches, to frame them. Still have a few more to go. I'm alternating between the two stitches to keep things interesting.
I was browsing through a book of old quilt patterns the other day and this block (single flowers--with one row of hexagons between them) was referred to as, "honeycomb". I like the sound of that. Yes, I do. So that's what I'm calling it. Honeycomb. Perfect.
March is supposed to come 'in like a lion', but it has arrived more like a lamb (right now anyway.) I added ice cubes to my tea. This weather is warmer than usual, the sun is shining brightly, the air is mild. It's supposed to reach up into the 70's by tomorrow. Then a little rain after that.
It seems that spring has sprung like fountains of gold around here. Daffodil bouquets just waiting to be picked.
I walked out the backdoor yesterday to glorious birdsong filling the air. I closed my eyes and listened. Must've been a dozen different kinds of birds tweeting, cooing, and chirping from the trees. Flocks have been arriving for weeks now. We erected this little white bird feeder last summer where the birch grove used to be. I still miss the trees, but I love how cute this is!
Then I saw these critters. Just like before. You know the drill. And so do they.
They nibbled, they scratched, they licked and they lounged in the yard all day like they owned the place. Followed by four more the next day. I guess the word is out: these peeps are pushovers.
Roses beware! Looks like trouble . . .
Time for the magic concoction.