In October of 2012, my daughter signed up for quilting in 4-H. That’s would be fine, I would get my friend Mandy to help her. Mandy is one of those friends that can do it all. She is one of those crafty bugs who does a little of everything, so I can always count on her to tell me what to add to a recipe to fix it, how to make a pot holder, or basically any other question I need answered when I can’t get a hold of my mom. Yes, she is on speed dial, or voice dial, or whatever it is now a days.
Loganne and I signed her up for a beginner’s quilting class at the local quilt store. Every week we went in to learn a new square and techniques that would hopefully make her and us quilters.
Well every week we stitched and sewed, ripped seams and re- sewed trying to get it correct. We had an awesome teacher and we learned so much. At fair Loganne’s quilt took grand champion. Wahoo, we are done. I swore to never make or help make another quilt. Well we all know what happens whenever we say never, yep I got addicted it is so amazing to see fabric turn into a beautiful quilt. I ended up making my mom a very oversized Christmas quilt. It should be back from the quilters soon and I am on edge until I see it.
I just love being in the mountains when the wildflowers are in bloom.o
How does Monday get here so fast? I don’t know but it seems like it is always here before I’m ready. Loganne, my dear favorite and only daughter, had volleyball practice at 6:30 am. My dear hubby left at 5:45 to take her to town. I was cooking for our last group of hunters. Then I ran my favorite son, and only son to the bus stop.
While driving back in from the highway, I was thinking of my daily commute. It is not a jam packed, traffic jammed mess. Instead I get to see wildlife. I see the sun rising to bless us with the day. It is a relaxing time of reflection and prayer. I can say I would like a Starbucks every now and then, but how blessed is this view.
I need to remind myself when I get lonely and start wanting some interaction with other adults, that being out in the middle of nowhere, with no friends or neighbors to see, is a great thing. Welcome Monday, let’s get this week going.
Well my brother in law brought a large sack of jalapeños from my mother’s bountiful garden in Tennessee. I have no luck with gardens in this climate.
I decided to can those bad boys. Do I know how? Of course not. But hey, it’s on the net somewhere I’m sure. After looking I came up with my own version adopted from others I saw. Did I mention these are hot!! But so good.