Where did Summer go?

 Apparently I missed it and didn't put any updates about all the goings-on around here.  And it has been brought to my attention.  You know who you are.

Lots of people visited, but Homer makes a perfect guest cottage so everybody has their own space, which works out so nicely for all of us.  We were having too much fun to even take pictures, so there is no proof of any mischief that might have occurred.

May was the annual Irrigation Festival - you already know how I feel about men in uniform.  Now add big brass instruments and there might have been some swooning. 

The house got skirting, but no crinolins, no ruffles.

And paint. 

Al and his builder buddy enclosed the front porch.  Not completely, but enough to keep the wind at bay.  Now the chairs stay where we put them instead of blowing into the neighbor's yard. 

Painting the shed/Patch/Gert's old house.  Have you seen that outfit before? Just so you know, he wears these same duds to Home Depot.  Watch for him. 

I'll be back with more soon.  Really.  Enjoy the glory of Autumn! 

                                                ps - need one of these? 

Chaos Theory

You've seen the Patch now you get Al's playroom, from all angles.  What would Gert think of his old bedroom?   Mr Fix-it claims that it will get better, but for now it looks like mayhem, even though he seems to know where everything is.

 

Watch out for men with chain saws

 Eight or nine trees got hacked, literally.  Al spent the next five days burning all those branches and twigs.    It might take these poor trees a while to get over the shock, but I'll keep you posted on the harvest of apples, pears and plums. 

We had a very small Fat Tuesday party.  Shrimp n Grits became Polenta and Prawns.  With Mardi Gras Cheesecake bars.  

(The swirling was fun- aren't you impressed?)

Okay, seems like you want pictures of the Patch, so here it is from almost every angle.  Come play with me!

Yes, I know that I'm the luckiest crafter of all time.  Not only do I have this marvelous room, I'm married to Al!  Who could ask for anything more? 

Not much to tell

Al was excited to use his new meat grinder with Bonnie's pink Kitchenaid.  The meatloaf was the best he's ever made.  Sorry you weren't here.

Really sorry you weren't here for this wonderful seafood Alfredo.  That is parsley right from the garden.  No, he didn't go out into the Strait of Juan de Fuca to gather all the seafood.  No, he didn't make the pasta from scratch. 

There are still so many old blue jeans that got moved to the new Patch, but now some of it is the headboard in the guest room.  When will you be here?

Never throw anything away seems to work so well for me.  Pendleton shirt scraps - thank you, Jeane. The precision quilters shudder to see these things, but I have fun in the new Patch playing at haphazard quilting.  Much more fun that cleaning house or organizing a closet.  

 

2025!

 One quarter of the way through this century!  Remember all the Doomsday frights about the world ending and every computer system crashing?  Yet here we are.

             Time to catch you up on what we've been doing so far this year.

The final cabbage at 52 - it tasted much better than it looks.

Same with the very last artichoke. 

                  And one tenatious rose hung around to greet the New Year.

Apparently it's now official because Homer made the big move down the alley.

Now we have a different view of Vancouver Island and Victoria.

                            And Mount Baker, which we couldn't see before.

Yesterday with the sun working just right and zoomed to the max - the foreground is the Dungeness Spit and way over there are the Canadian Rockies!

An old man clearing the deck/ramp of our first snow,

 So an old woman wouldn't slip and break a hip.

           Still a lot of re-arranging to do, but we're slowly settling - y'all come!