Time for the beach.
|I love this bench.|
I plan to spend many summer evenings here.
|click to enlarge|
|the blue is the reflection of the sky|
|a horseshoe crab coming ashore to lay her eggs.|
|she's about the size of a soccer ball|
Coming home: nothing says Happy like forsythia in bloom. Maybe it's mundane---but so wonderful to me.
I used the outtake blocks of the antique quilt top to make a small crib quilt [or large doll quilt?]. The little bits of fabric were too special to just fold away, unused.
Have a great weekend. Wish me good luck / good karma for the flea [s].
gone to the beach
|evening - a squall out over the ocean. |
See the ribbons of rain, unfurling grey.