Mama bear and three itty bitty cubs on the side of the highway in British Columbia. (Cubs are climbing up the side of the hill)
Yay! Good Mail! Flag Day Farm layer cakes for my Scratch quilt! (How did those Gobble Gobble ones get in there too...?)
My favorite! Baked Brie at the Stowaway. Melted brie with pesto, toasted pecans, tomatoes and chives. This stuff is to die for. I die for it about once a week.
Knitting Lessons. Not going so well. That's all I have to say about that.
Starting my June Schnibbles! Love this little pattern. Can't wait to dig in.
Token cat picture.
Reservoir en route to Lower Lake. I don't know if you can tell from this picture, but there's a layer of pollen on the water near the shore. It looks like a thin layer of yellow oil. It's been a hot summer and allergies are going full blown.
When good beavers go bad. Dam.
Pullen Creek. In a few months, this will be full of salmon.
Foreign cruise passengers. (Look at the passengers name on the bottom of the train ticket.)
June 5th, hot little Schnibbles Times Two book in hands, I excitedly ordered my two Flag Day Farm layer cakes from an online store to make the patriotic Scratch quilt that is making my heart go pitter patter. I have been anxiously awaiting their arrival in the mail, like most good little quilters do, and then my excitement was deflated. June 10th (on my birthday no less!), I received an email from said online quilt shop telling me they were out of stock. Ok, I'm fine with that. Sorta. I think five days is a long time to figure out you're out of something and notify paying customers, but hey, maybe I'm just being hard on them. But what gets me is that the layer cakes are STILL online! People are still trying to buy them. People are still getting their dreams dashed by quilt shops who won't take down things down once they're out of stock.
Fortunately, I found them on sale for an even cheaper price at another online shop.
In other news, who's been following the story of Abby Sunderland, the 16 year old who's own dreams were dashed when she was caught in a Southern Indian Ocean storm this week?
I love this girl! She's got some real you know what to set out and tackle her goals like this and I applaud you Abby! I was thrilled to hear on the news this morning that you had been rescued and are safe and sound. Best wishes and lots of prayers to you and your family.
And am I ever excited! I feel like the last person on earth to get my own copy. What can I say...I live off the beaten path and it takes longer to get things here. But the wait was worth every minute. This is a fantastic book and I can't wait to get started. I already went online and ordered the fabrics to make this quilt:
This is my favorite one in the book. Hmm....think it might have something to do with all those yummy reds and blues? Hello, Flag Day Farm. So nice to meet you. And I'm in love with those little 4-patches. I'm going to make the larger version, with the two layer cakes. What a great picnic blanket this will be.
The only thing quilty I did this weekend was pour over this book and shop online for fun charm packs and layer cakes.
In other news, our Fire Department has a fundraiser car wash every year.
I think this is hilarious. They line up the fire trucks on both sides of the street, turn on the hoses, and you drive through. The firemen (and women!) are out there scrub-a-dub-dubbing, and then you put a monetary donation in a big fireman's boot. This is genius! Now all they need to do is get the guys to go shirtless next year...
No really, I don't. When God was handing out talents, He skipped right on over me when it came to gardening. Every year, I have grand illusions of rows of pretty pots in my kitchen windowsill, overflowing with lush cilantro and basil. I even go so far as to buy the seeds and plant them in my little pots. That's where the illusion ends. I can't even grow cat grass. I don't know what it is about me.I have black thumbs. Both of them. And every plant I bring into the house suffers because of it.
I am determined to change this.
Last summer, I bought one big outdoor planter. I had no clue what I would do with it, but it was a start. I took it to the nursery, owned by a fellow quilting friend. I explained my curse, and an hour later, I left with my big planter bursting with marguerite daisies, some lime green trailing thing, and some other pumpkin colored flowery bush thing called Whisper. It looked really bright and colorful. And ALIVE. Poor sucker. It had no clue about the life ahead. My goal for the summer was to keep this pot of flowers alive. I wrote sticky notes and put them on the back of my front door, so every morning as I left for work, I would remember to poke my finger in the dirt and see if it was dry. I wrote more sticky notes reminding me to yank off the dead flower heads that had already bloomed, inviting new ones to take their place. We had some close calls, but at the end of the summer, my big pot of flowers was still alive and kicking. Not quite flourishing, but not dead either. And I owe it all to the sticky notes.
So this year, I decided to expand my horizons and go for TWO pots of flowers. Except, once I saw the big pile of earthy glazed pots at Fred Meyer, I couldn't stop myself and brought home four. Four! Can you imagine the responsibility?
So this past weekend, off to the nursery I went. No pots in tow. I was going to pick out flowers and go home and pot them myself. Man alive, are there a ton of flowers to choose from! It was so much easier when I just took in my pot, and with a sad pathetic look on my face, asked for someone to fill it. But hey, if I'm going to go the distance, might as well take the long route. So a hundred bucks later, trunk full of flats of flowers and a giant bag of Miracle Grow potting soil, I set out to garden.
I got these little hanging pots to hang off my fence. I have three right now, but just ordered some more online. I don't particularly care for the colors, but love how they hang off the fence. So I think I'm going to get some Rustoleum spray paint and paint them all dark green. Or red. I can't decide.
In a few weeks, hopefully these will be all flowery and cheerful. If so, I'll be sure to post a picture. If not, well, then I guess it's back to the nursery I go, sad and pathetic look on my face. Wish me luck!