Roses Galore

 We walked our visitors around the Historic Gardens....

The roses blew me away!

 I couldn't stop myself....

 pointing the camera....

 and pressing that button!

'Twas a lovely day for a 43rd wedding anniversary.

Handy Hubby and I have been married 42 years.

Holy cow!

Happy Birthday Kaite!

Curls

Garlic curls find their way into every salad and dish at this time of year.

I've made a few things that curl.

Some of them roots.

Some of them spirals.

Some of them coiled around a shape.

Some of them turn up in unexpected places.

All part of the feminine psyche.

Some Red and White Stripes on Canada Day

This is the biggest pileated woodpecker I've ever seen.

He is at least 17" long with a huge wingspan.

You can tell he's a male because of the red moustache by the beak.

Then he was joined by his mate...

you can see she doesn't have the moustache.

A Day at the Beach is Good for One's Health

There is nothing quite like spreading a blanket on the sand.....

and relaxing in  cool sea breezes....

or perhaps anticipating the throw of a yellow tennis ball....

or just watching the tide come in.

Pond Princes

The Bullfrog chorus lasts all day

except first thing in the morning when 

the Heron is here looking for breakfast.

My grandmother loved frogs.

Come to think of it,

when a bullfrog takes a leap

it is into the unknown.

I'm sure he can't see where he's going.

Threaded Dimples

Able to stitch on the weekend,

I returned to my starry piece

for the finishing touches.

A third and final backing has been added 

and I'm quilting the layers together.

Love those undulations.

Some stitches will be more raggedy...

less like a quilting stitch.

Even back in the beginning of my stitching life...

I couldn't resist filling in every speck of space with stitch.

It's the texture.

Those little dimples sinking into cloth.

Stitching in Circles Just Like this Darned Flu is Circling Me!

Went out outside to photograph my

first stitching in over a week....

but luckily came across another Blue Jay feather.

Way more beautiful and lively than my dismal stitching

which obviously reflects how this darned flu is affecting me!