Lazy Lazy Sunday, etc etc...

Every good southern garden has a bottle tree to ward off the evil spirits.

My son cleaned and re-arranged ours

Below...reading in the sun..a remarkable thing to do in February!!!

My treat from Marshall's yesterday!!!! 

Lynsey insists that in big families, hard boiled eggs are

 always in the fridge so kids can help themselves...

(She learned this from her U-Tube families)

She said that we are a big family now..

She insisted that we needed this for our new egg plan.

Tonight's life lesson:  How to make perfect hard boiled eggs..

I made them repeat after me...I might tape instructions to the wall.

OMG...even my son, we will see how this goes..

It was only lesson one, to be repeated often until everyone can do it.

Put eggs in a pan of  cold water.

Bring them to a boil.

Cover them and take them off the burner.

Leave them covered for 30....perfect HBEs.

Soon everyone in Grandma's house will be able to make a hard boiled egg and 

make bobbins for the sewing machines...YES!!!!!!

 The recliner cover from Zulilly.

Stay tuned to my remake of it..

Brainstorming the patchwork for the chair cover...

For some reason yesterday was a no- do day.

I took Lynsey for her sewing lesson.

We stopped by Marshall's to return something...
at which time she reminded me that her birthday was in two weeks.

I told her she could look for sales..and she did...Good girl..!!!

Then I came home for my daily old lady nap.

My doctor seems to think that I have no energy due to my circumstances...hmmmm.

I do love my doctor...all 37 years of her!!

Half way through a thought provoking book

Today, I was once again lazy.
Evan filled out his class requests for next year tenth grade.
Lynsey and Dylan rode their bikes.
I read and did the grandma thing...making corn chowder for dinner.
Lucky us when tomorrow is yet another day!!
Especially a sunny one.

Thru the Light Darkly

Eleven days till the one year anniversary of the death of my love.

A gloomy day for me.

 Outside my sewing room window,  once again,
the sun shines thru the bottle tree, lighting the yard with happiness. 

I try to incorporate that into my soul.

Remembering that life is too short to feel hapless.

I love my son.

I was excited when he sounded so good, out of jail, He had two months to detox, recovering.

Alas, his disease is too powerful.

He did not go to a halfway house, he did not go to meetings, he did not get a sponsor.

He is back homeless on the street.

My heart...

I think I will make a broken heart potholder.

Red Pepper Quilts featured a new line:

Black and White by Cotton and Steel

Having the money and being a fabric addict, etc

I could be quite attracted to this new exciting fabric....

Alas, it would not bring Mr.O'Quilts back.

It would not make my son sober.

It would not bring my mother back.

Etc...You get the picture.
 I let be.... the blacks and the whites.

 Forestalling tears, I went outside for a bit, in the crisp Carolina Blue.

Then I sewed...as he said...making  something pretty to show.!!

Here, from Amy Ellis via Baby Lock site, comes a beginners Lucky Block
It just .took a second.  I never before have saved 2.5x2.5 inch blocks.  Now I will.
Memories are lifting me up.
Back outside.
I see the 50 year old Dogwood tree...blooming again, despite Himself being gone.

 Stray Azaleas beside my Grandmother's rusty table, rescued from the Arizona homestead.

 The large green Bradford Pear tree enhanced by Carolina Blue.
I bought that tree for $7 at Walmart 15 years ago.

 Yearly show begins with Clematis..

 And my Love's first rose of the season.
How could it not be blurry.. Wondering  How Can it Bloom at all????

My book and I will now visit with the millions of tiny green inch worms.
Life is still sweet.

Bottle tree and Granny quilting

Sharing again, my lemonade tree...

Because of our shady yard, the branches all go the same direction.

Hoping that direction is a good one... Bottle tree story:
My love and I had a tiff about the bottle tree.
We had an old crab apple tree that was ugly.  Cut it down I said.
 He refused.
 So I made it into a bottle tree. He hated it..take down the bottles..ugly.
 I said no, every respectable southern garden has a bottle tree.
Then it fell down on its own..the roots rotted..ugh..
Miraculously a starter came up next to it...now all grown up into a new tree.
A bottle tree...making lemonades out of lemons...
I love it so.
It reminds me of us.

 

 When life  is too hard...just "Go Sew" and so I am.

You will be happy to know that I am going to bed early tonight...lest I start the maudlin bit.
This post from Bea, at Bea's Hive
made me think of my mother and my dear man....
Such is the life...it is good to have each other.