Although I feel as though I am living inside a whirlwind, there is not much blog-worthy going on here in Nod. I'm certain no one cares to read about tedious (and endless) paperwork, gravestone selections, appraisals, remodel snafus and delays, legal dilemmas, Rajah's ride in the dryer, or the Great Rabbit Invasion of Nod.
However, on the happy side of the road, I am planning my second annual trip to Country Sampler in Spring Green for an unnecessary stash-enhancement spree a stitching retreat (of sorts) this weekend and wanted to post before leaving as who knows when I will be back to sorts enough to post when I return.
So...onto Early Birds:
After almost a year of having completed the hooking on "Early Bird" (a design by Lori Brechlin of Notforgotten Farm), I finally got it bound.
The photo above is a bit dark, the one below a bit light...so imagine the colors somewhere in between. (The upper and lower background wool is actually a rich dark, blackish, brown, not black as it is showing.) I could not get one that was "just right" as it seems we've entered into the rainy season here.
And, red birds:
These cardinals have a nest out front. Something about their faces make me think they look cranky, but they really are such playful, happy, things.
I've been in a baking/cooking slump. It seems so depressing cooking/baking the way I am used to and used to do, when there's just me. (Yes, I know...freeze smaller portions, etc....I do, but it's not the same and just doesn't seem worth the effort.)
Adding to my quandary, like in other aspects of my life I tend to get into ruts. Sometimes it's salads, other times pasta, etc. The fad of the week for me is strawberries.
Today's strawberry de jour is strawberry soup:
Although I'm not a particularly huge strawberry fan generally, there are times I could eat this by the gallons. This is one of those times.
Lastly, since I haven't done a book report/review in a while, for those few who are interested, here you go:
Go as a River by Shelley Read...
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This is Ms. Read's debut novel and I have no idea what drew me to it, but I am glad I chose it. The book was inspired by the true events surrounding the destruction of the small town of Iola, Colorado, by the intentional flooding of the Gunnison River. The protagonist is a resident who struggles to run the (dysfunctional) family household following her mother's untimely death in a tragic accident.
It is a tale of love, prejudice, isolation, and resilience...and learning to go as a river - flowing and moving forward even when dammed.
...and peaches. Yes, it's about peaches too. 😉🍑
I'm hoping all is well with all of you.
To those of you who faithfully visit and comment - and those who even only stop by on occasion - thank you.
You make my world so very much brighter.
