Dec.1 … a thanksgiving weekend …

It’s hard to believe that it’s Dec. 1 already! Thanksgiving weekend flew by way too fast.

I promised a picture of the kiffles that I make for Holidays only . I did do a post on them on my other site on. Dec. 19… Kiffles 2017..(I’m not sure how to link it though..😏 ) if you care to make them.

Here are a few snap shots of this weekend.
Nap time
Snuggles learning to leave skittles and Bobo alone. She did pretty good until they came to eat out of my hand then she was ready to remove them.
Then there was Elena time, she is such a people person .🥰
She didn’t lack in attention.
My daughter,LouAnn ,gave me these little snowmen ,so we decided to put them up above the dining room window with little lights behind them.
As I visited with the girls, my hands were busy ,as there’s a little one due to arrive this week. I’m hoping to soon have it done …just a few more rows on the lace edge.
Hubby and son were busy making knives for fun. Here’s a picture of hubby’s ,I didn’t get one of Russell’s for he took his home.
Have a blessed week ,friends.❤️

July. 9…. we got it …

And thank the Lord …we kicked it.

Yes, we all got the COVID-19,even Leona but with rest,echinacea tea, pedialyte , Tylenol and prayers of friends and love ones. We are all back to normal… well almost. Leona and I still have to take a nap come noontime. Hubby and LouAnn bounced back after a week with only their taste lost to recover. They say that ,that takes a little more time to recover.

Well, so much for that bit of info..

Here’s some cute news we got two little parrotlet for to entertain Leona. She so enjoys watching the chickens and the ducks but it is getting so hot out these days and it is harder for her to hold her head up when she sits in the wheelchair. So we decide to get something that can be inside the house.

Met Bobo and Skittles

Bobo is the blue and Skittles is the greenish blue.
They are definitely entertaining little birds.. hubby already has Bobo sitting on his finger eating millet.
Have a great weekend folks!

April 11… Happy Easter….

How the Virus Stole Easter

By Kristi Bothur

With a nod to Dr. Seuss 😊

Twas late in ‘19 when the virus began
Bringing chaos and fear to all people, each land.
People were sick, hospitals full,
Doctors overwhelmed, no one in school.
As winter gave way to the promise of spring,
The virus raged on, touching peasant and king.
People hid in their homes from the enemy unseen.
They YouTubed and Zoomed, social-distanced, and cleaned.
April approached and churches were closed.
“There won’t be an Easter,” the world supposed.
“There won’t be church services, and egg hunts are out.
No reason for new dresses when we can’t go about.”
Holy Week started, as bleak as the rest.
The world was focused on masks and on tests.
“Easter can’t happen this year,” it proclaimed.
“Online and at home, it just won’t be the same.”
Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, the days came and went.
The virus pressed on; it just would not relent.
The world woke Sunday and nothing had changed.
The virus still menaced, the people, estranged.
“Pooh pooh to the saints,” the world was grumbling.
“They’re finding out now that no Easter is coming.
“They’re just waking up! We know just what they’ll do!
Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
And then all the saints will all cry boo-hoo.
“That noise,” said the world, “will be something to hear.”
So it paused and the world put a hand to its ear.
And it did hear a sound coming through all the skies.
It started down low, then it started to rise.
But the sound wasn’t depressed.
Why, this sound was triumphant!
It couldn’t be so!
But it grew with abundance!
The world stared around, popping its eyes.
Then it shook! What it saw was a shocking surprise!
Every saint in every nation, the tall and the small,
Was celebrating Jesus in spite of it all!
It hadn’t stopped Easter from coming! It came!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the world with its life quite stuck in quarantine
Stood puzzling and puzzling.
“Just how can it be?”
“It came without bonnets, it came without bunnies,
It came without egg hunts, cantatas, or money.”
Then the world thought of something it hadn’t before.
“Maybe Easter,” it thought, “doesn’t come from a store.
Maybe Easter, perhaps, means a little bit more.”
And what happened then?
Well….the story’s not done.
What will YOU do?
Will you share with that one
Or two or more people needing hope in this night?
Will you share the source of your life in this fight?
The churches are empty – but so is the tomb,
And Jesus is victor over death, doom, and gloom.
So this year at Easter, let this be our prayer,
As the virus still rages all around, everywhere.
May the world see hope when it looks at God’s people.
May the world see the church is not a building or steeple.
May the world find Faith in Jesus’ death and resurrection,
May the world find Joy in a time of dejection.
May 2020 be known as the year of survival,
But not only that –
Let it start a revival.

May all my friends be blessed tomorrow in a special way.❤️

July 28….Hand Quilt Along Update…

So true!

Even though I’m doing a turtle pace on this quilt …however it will slowly get there. The pace will pick up after a bit when there aren’t so many other demands.

Here’s were I was last time..

Here’s where I am right now…

I finished the above block and almost finished the last one of this row. It is stitch in the ditch stitch in this block.

I would of had more done other than the fact that when putting up chicken wire around the biddies house to keep the snakes out,as I had 10 of them eaten,8 in one night!😡… any way I put a small cut on my finger ,and it’s amazing how just a small cut will keep one from quilting..😏 so instead of listening to me woes …go check what the others are up too!🤓

This Hand Quilt Along is an opportunity for hand quilters and piecers to share and motivate one another. We post every three weeks, to show our progress and encourage one another.  If you have a hand quilting project and would like to join our group contact Kathy at the link below.

Kathy, MargaretEmmaTracyDeb, Susan,  Nanette,  EdithSharonKarrinGretchen and Kathi


Feb.28… a sorrowful day

Just a quick post to share with my blogging friends. I wouldn’t be able to post on the Hand Quilt Along with time . My father-in-law just passed away, we are now headed to the eastern shore of Maryland. A shock to us all as he was so lively, we are thinking a heart attack.

I probably won’t be able to keep up with posts or post while there. So if you don’t hear from me that’s why.

Feb.10…Hand quilt along ….

Here are some of the superstitious saying that some of the ladies wrote, I found them interesting ,also did some googling as I wonder how they ever came to be…

1. Never walk under a ladder.

Interesting enough.. the Egyptians started that one,they thought a ladder formed a triangle ,and triangles were sacred to them as it referred to the trinity,so to walk through was to desecrate them.

Then centuries later the Christians ( that was a shocker🙂) took a little different turn when a ladder was placed against the cross , it then was a symbol of wickedness,betrayal and death.

In England in the 1600 made their prisoners walk under a ladder to the gallons.

2 when you spill salt toss some over your shoulder to avoid bad luck

This was started 3,500 BC by the Sumerians.

3. Never bring a peacocks feather indoors

For the western world it was believed that it there were any single girls in the house ,and there was a feather the girls were doomed to be old maids ,the eastern world brought them in the house especially the ones that looked like there was an eye that meant they had an extra eye to watch over them.

4. Never rock a rocking chair with no one in it,or your invite a ghost or spirits in.

That’s a southern favorite,which wouldn’t surprise me that came over with the Irish as that is where it originated from

5. Step on a crack and break your mothers back

This started when racism become prevalent in the 19,20th century with the saying of step on a crack and you’re Mother’s baby will be black.

Well that will give you readers something to think on.

Now time again for update!

💃💃 I have Grammy ready for trimming the sides then binding 💃💃

A closeup of the back…

I also worked on the Fire Island Hosta quilt ….here is where I was

Here is where I am now….

You can see that I working on the end where the green stops

I’m tryin hard to get these two projects finished before the outside work hits full swing. I’ve already been out planting potatoes,onions with lettuce ,peas and red beets waiting.

Hand Quilt Along Links

This Hand Quilt Along is an opportunity for hand quilters and piecers to share and motivate one another. We post every three weeks, to show our progress and encourage one another.  If you have a hand quilting project and would like to join our group contact Kathy at the link below.

KathyLoriMargaretKerryEmmaTracyDebConnieSusan,  Nanette EdithSharonKarrin, and Gretchen

Dec.30 Hand Quilt along….

Here’s to a short post update…..

First update ,the Fire Island Hosta quilt….

I’m where the red x is ,the part above the line is what I need to do yet . Not much longer yet!

Grammy is coming along , last time I had 17 blocks to finish now I only have 8.

Here’s the corner I need to finish.

Now I’m off to a birthday party for a little boy.😄

Check out the others lovely work!

Hand Quilt Along Links

This Hand Quilt Along is an opportunity for hand quilters and piecers to share and motivate one another. We post every three weeks, to show our progress and encourage one another.  If you have a hand quilting project and would like to join our group contact Kathy at the link below.

KathyLoriMargaretKerryEmmaTracyDebConnieSusan,  Nanette EdithSharonKarrin, and Gretchen

June 24,..hand quilting along..

An Old-Time Quilting Bee

Yes, we held a grand reception and had everything in style,

With flowers everywhere and fruit as high as we could pile.

The aristocracy was there, all gorgeously arrayed

And everybody acted just as if t’was a dress parade.

Lucinda – she’s my wife – appeared in dresses rich and rare,

With furbelows and flounces and with flowers in her hair;

But somehow as I looked as her I couldn’t help but see

The scene when first I met her at an old-time quilting bee.

How mem’ry will keep running back to other days and scenes,

I sometimes quite forget that part of life which intervenes

Between the years when all I owned was youthful hope and health

And later times which brought me more of worriment and wealth.

And so at the reception in the midst of beauty’s glare,

Her face, though old and wrinkled, was the sweetest picture there-

The one whose smile of friendship has forever welcomed me

Since first I met her glances at an old-time quilting bee.

In those days which we old folks call the “happy long ago”

The girls would in the morning meet and gaily chat and sew;

They’d keep it up till evening, when the neighbour boys would come,

And hold a party or a dance before they left for home.

And when the quilt was finished then they’d take the old house cat

And place it in the middle while they loudly hollered “Scat!”

The two the cat would jump between, t’was said that she and he

Would be the first to marry who were at the quilting bee.

And so that night I speak of when the quilting all was done.

The girls were eager then to see which way the cat would run.

I won’t forget Lucinda as she stood there by my side,

Nor how we blushed a crimson as they called us groom and bride.

I said it was an accident, and so I’ve always said,

But anyhow before the year had passed we two were wed.

And to this very day there are no scenes so fair to me

As mem’ries of that evening at an old-time quilting bee

Author unknown

It’s time again for a little show and tell on the Fire Island Hosta quilt as I didn’t work on any thing else this time around.

Where I was three weeks ago….

And here’s is where I am today…. I stopped where the scissors are. The little show of green almost at the end.

Here’s some close ups of the quilting.

That’s it for me until next time. Here’s a list of the others that are working the needle.🙂















June 17,… going once ,going twice …. gone

That is what happen to two old block tenant houses that were just down the road a few miles. I had been wanting to get a photo to draw the two cute little houses.. I procrastinated much to my dismay ,when discovering them were totally demolished .

It is amazing how many old buildings are left set ,some are mowed around as they slowly fall apart, others are barely to be seen through high weeds. I find them so interesting as they are like ghost of the past.

I so enjoy drawing in graphite,it seems graphite and old buildings were meant to go together. Agree ?

This is just a practice drawing

This is drawing is of an old home in here Ga ,the photo that I used as photo reference was taken by Brian Brown ,which he has kindly let me use.

Photo reference….

As you notice the House was boarded up, but I didn’t have the heart to board it up in the drawing,the house begged for some light to flow in through the windows again.

Those are a real delight to see again!

Have a great week, friends!