I hate them. I fear them. When I moved back east, the thing I loved the most was the lack of stickers. If you haven't lived with them, you have NO idea. If I had to run barefoot in a field of stickers to escape a tornado, I would take my chances on the tornado.
You have to dig them up by the roots to really get rid of them but I pick 'em, anyway.
These are monstrous.
If they fall on the ground, they are still waiting to bite you. Oh man, they hurt. I also hope that the ones I pick won't reseed so quickly. I picked these from the corner of the yard and out in the pasture. When I carried them across the yard to put in the trash, I gingerly held on to them, cussing myself for risking one or two dropping in the yard. I should have gone around and stayed on the driveway.
This one says, "Evelyn Was Here:"
The Crepe Myrtles love the heat.
I am afraid it came to a bad end.
Pearl is not ashamed. She is a bug killer from way back.
I'm still loving it.
Husband has been in Alaska for the week (high of 63 degrees) and I've been mainly hunkered down in the house with the girls who get clingy when one of us is not here. I miss him when he's gone. We divide up the chores - I vacuum and dust, he does the dishes, feeds the girls and makes sure I wrap the bread up correctly because, allegedly, I never get the heel in right. When he is gone, the chores double. At least.
A couple of days ago, I ran down to the Tractor Supply to buy some Blue Buffalo canned dog food because we are running low. It is pricey at $1.99 a can but cheaper than canned "Taste of the Wild," which I have on order at the nearby feed store. We switched to better food in 2008 when Jezebel got sick and really noticed a difference in the dogs.
When I was checking out, the clerk, a nice young man, asked if it was good food. I told him it was and that it had meat as its main ingredients, no corn. I showed him the can. People into dog nutrition, even barely, are fanatics. He confided that some friends had told him his Miniature Pincher wasn't getting enough protein because she kept catching and eating bugs.
Okay, so I asked him what he fed her and I just KNEW before he said it.... Here it comes... Old Roy. Yeech. I'm thinking the bugs would be healthier. I am also wondering if he has friends who are just being tactful in suggesting his dog needs real food. I hate Old Roy.
Well, as I said, people even barely knowledgeable about nutrition are fanatics but I gripped my Blue Buffalo cans to keep from screaming. I was proud of myself. I wanted to tell him to just salt a little cardboard and save himself the money. But I didn't. "Well...," sez I, "this stuff is pretty expensive but I don't have kids at home so this is what I spend my money on." (HAH! I didn't see the point in getting into my quilting)
"I have FIVE kids!" he shared.
Okay, then. The man looked 25 years old. Working at Tractor Supply. The man is not going to have a dime to spare and it wouldn't shock me to know his kids were eating bugs to supplement their diet, too.
I assured him that Blue Buffalo was a good brand but suggested he check the house brand at Sam's because they sometimes carry a pretty decent food. Although I buy it, even I think it is ridiculous to spent $1.99 a can. I also suggested that maybe his dog eats bugs because she likes to hunt. I've seen that, before. See above.
I usually sit out on the patio with the girls in the evenings but skipped it for a few days, which disappointed Evelyn. If she sees me pour a glass of wine after 5:00, she starts yodeling and runs to the back door, utter joy on her face. If I don't come out, right away, she will bark at the door and when I open it, stand there and stare at me, willing me to join her outside. What an enabler. If I had a drinking problem, she'd shamelessly lead me down the path to ruin and degradation. At the same time, it thrills me to death that she wants to spend time with me and that it is so important to her. I couldn't be more flattered if my secret crush asked me out to the prom.
I told Husband about it when I spoke to him, later. He asked if I wished he was home to watch them with me. Of course, I told him, and it was the truth. But I confess, I didn't use one of my falling stars on that wish because I didn't see any point in just throwing one away since there was no way he was going to be transported from Alaska to Oklahoma before I gave up and went back inside. I believe in magic, but come on.
The heat and Husband's absence have given me an opportunity to work on some projects and I promised myself I would get some quilting done out in the barn. Yesterday afternoon, I closed the front gate to let the girls have the run of the yard, gathered up two quilt tops, water and various other items that would fit into my big basket and we wandered over. Earlier, I'd set the temperature in the barn at 71 to cool it down but knew that was going to be a chore with the 103 degree temperature. I generally leave it set at 86 degrees when I'm not planning to be out there but even that high, the air compressor has been running quite a bit in the past few days.
Walking across the yard, I noted the grass had turned a grey brown in many areas - just stifled from the heat. There are large cracks.
I worried the grass would cut the girls' feet as they scampered across the yard racing each other to the barn. Even though it was still early, the insects were buzzing with a roar that rose and fell. I recalled that for ten years, I walked barefoot across the yard in Virginia during the summer and not once, did I nearly cut my foot on a crackly, dry piece of Bermuda grass. That is just wrong. I mean, I don't want to step on a sticker but sharp grass is NORMAL in the summertime.
The barn felt really cool when we entered but I knew that was mainly compared to the temperature outside. We were out there for about four hours and while it was quite comfortable, it never got cooler than 77 degrees, even though the air conditioner worked the whole time.
They are such happy girls.
I absolutely love the space in my longarm room.
Don't look at the fabric on the shelves - I've been riffling through it looking for this and that and need to tidy it up.
My longarm was working like a dream except the vertical channel locks weren't catching. I read the manual and stole tools from Husband's shop to work on it with no success. I think there is an electrical/solenoid problem with a connection. I'll call my dealer on Monday but need to find a local Gammill service person.
I marked the Lady and the River quilt before heading out to the barn.
I put both art quilts on the machine so I could load them at the same time. Loading is a pain.
I promised myself a long time ago that if I was ever not working, I would NOT run errands on the weekend and fight the hordes. As my grandmother always said, "Never say never." Hancocks has a 50% sale on its notions and I am going to run over there to get some more marking pens, this morning. I am also heading up to the local yarn shop because a woman is bringing in spun wool (fur?) from her alpacas. I want to see if she has any that will work on my quilt. She'll also dye it to order for you. Additionally, I want to see if they have some white yarn to use to line the cape on my quilt. The last thing I need to be doing is setting foot in a yarn shop - I am afraid I will take up a new hobby and I definitely don't need one.
Just now, I went out to open the gate and there is a really nice breeze cooling things off. We are due to hit 106, today, and may set a heat record. But in a couple of days, a front is supposed to cool things off to a high of 91 so I think we'll survive.
Happy Quilting, Penny, Evelyn and Pearl