Falling Leaves And A Bit of France!
The ONLY machine time I got yesterday – and happy for it!
Much attention was being given to the retreat and making sure it was ready for Emily’s Stitchers who arrived yesterday afternoon.
There was some excitement as the lawnmower got in a bit of a pickle sliding downhill in the grass that was still a bit wet from morning dew on that side – and needing to be winched back out with the 4-wheeler to safety before winding up caught in the barbed wire fence that keeps the cattle on the other side.
(If it isn’t one thing, it’s another.)There were beds to be made, and things to make shiny –
But come 2pm with 2 hours to spare, I was able to get some sewing and pressing and de-dog-earing on.
The song that kept flipping through my head as I worked on these?
“The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold”
I know I am dating myself, but this was the music my parents were playing as I grew up.
I used to love Johnny Mathis’ voice. Just silky and sultry – one of a kind.
No more block making happened…just half-square triangle units. And more cutting of units.
By the time I got back home after settling in the new group, I found Hubster Dave had “Gone Fishing.” Really. It’s his new thing – fishing by kayak on the New River.
And he had dug out a couple of pork chops that were now thawing on the kitchen counter which gave me enough time to….
