Around The House and Gardens

What a wonderful mess of yarn and color... the pumpkin is from my garden.  I've picked four so far.

I've just bought a really neat book on Granny Squares...I'm rediscovering them and they're so much fun.

It's a great way to use up all the little balls of left over yarn and end up with a really groovy blanket.

The little ones are by Tera.  She's pretty good at it.

Close up.

I went to Red, White and Blue (a local thrift store), and found all kinds of treasures.  I loved this paint by number!  The colors are great, pale greens, pale aquas, and beiges.  I painted the frame a shade of green I created using aqua and camel.  Nice.

Yep, painting the frame gives it a completely different look...instead of hunter or hunting cabin....enchanted forest in a Grimm's fairy tale!

I also found a complete set of pink Boontonware!!!  I'm going to use these!  They were pretty dirty and stained up.  Magic erasers work wonders.  I got the whole set for $7.95.  Hopefully they won't break as easily as glass when they inevitably hit my slate tile floor.

Chickens in the mist...and boots.

Baby chicks are growing!

So is the summer garden...a bit overgrown!  July is always the worst month for my garden.  At least in the weed department, but most plants are growing their hearts out during this time.  Veggies don't produce much.  They just can't take the heat.....except okra of course.

Waiting This Out

Good things have been happening lately around here.  Really good things and bad things.  Like four baby chicks hatching and three surviving.  The third one to hatch had a herniated yolk.  It was such a bad case there was really nothing I could do.  For once I didn't really feel anything.  The baby chick suffered then finally died.  No tears ...no nothing.  Not like me at all.

A baby chick with a herniated yolk just seemed sad.  Sad....flat sad.  No tears sad.  Lately life has seemed flat.  It's not flat.  It's not flat at all....it just seems that way  Sometimes life seems flat.   At the very same time my baby chick struggled for breath my Father-In-Law was doing the same thing.

We got the call on the morning of my 40th birthday.  Paw Paw wasn't responding.  He never did revive to any great degree.  Although his eyes and his mouth tried to move to tell us something.  Maybe that he heard us?  Maybe he wanted to tell us what was wrong.  He died eight days later.  He lived 83 years.  83 years.  Not long, but long.  I knew him 20 years.  Long, but not long.

I have shaken the flat feeling....somewhat....shake, shake, shake.  My brain will over rule the emotions that I feel soon.  I just have to sit, be quiet, and wait this out.