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Spring Break

 

The Breath of Spring

It's the Vernal Equinox, the first day of spring!  The long winter is behind us now as we look forward to longer lighter days (and better picture taking).  The weather, so far today has been a mixed bag.  All bluster and rain one moment, then glorious sunshine the next.  It keeps us guessing.

As I mentioned in the last post, gorgeous daffodils are blooming all over the place.  We were glad to have rescued these beauties before the wind and rain beat them down.  The fragrance of this particular daffodil reminds me of gardenias, only more subtle.  It's SO wonderful to be quietly sitting across the room and catch the scent as it drifts by.  Just like a breath of spring.

One of my sweet stitching friends recently sent me a few vintage embroidery motifs with a Spring theme.  They were too cute to keep to myself.  You can check them out over HERE. 

And I keep forgetting to mention this, but I've been adding a little more inventory to the Vintage Stitch Shop, so please pop over and see what's new.  Maybe you'll find something you've been looking for or need.  I've still got a lot of other stuff I hope to get listed in the coming weeks so be sure to check back from time to time.  This is such a tedious and time-consuming process and not my first priority, so I'm afraid "stocking the shelves" is always a bit sporatic.   

Let's see what else...      

Oh!  I'm actually rounding the corner on the "Honeycomb" hexagon scrap quilt.  Its nearly finished.  Woot! Will take more pictures as soon as the sun comes back out.  I've got camera in hand, ready to spring into action when it does. 

A Quilting We Will Go

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.