I'm practicing curves. 'They' make it look so easy.

Tuesday view from my kitchen window

Daffodils ready to open, birds at my feeders and April showers in March. I'll take it.

Birthday gifts

I've been keeping my mind occupied by making a birthday gift for my lovely niece Jess from a recycled black oil sunflower seed bag and an old table runner of my mothers (see red square in the middle of the card?) . One with a big stain in the middle making it not so good for it's original purpose. The bags of birdseed these days are so pretty, at least this one was. So this bag has two sides and two different colored handles depending on which side you look at. IT also has a couple of pockets on the inside which I think is one very important necessity in a carry-all.

A Conversation in the backseat

Me to my 5 year old granddaughter:

"So, Charlotte, do you know what we're doing now?"
"No."
"We're on our way to the cemetery to bury Papa." ( my father) Do you know what a cemetery is?"
Silence.
"A cemetery is where you bury people who have died."
"Yeah, like we buried our cat, Rosie?"
"That's right. You can bury people or cats or dogs, or fish....."
Pause.
"Actually, Nana, fish get flushed down the toilet."
Oh, sorry Charlotte. I forgot.

p.s. for all that have read my previous post, my sister and I finished our socks and they are keeping our father's feet very warm for all eternity.