Cuppa tea this morning rather than my usual coffee fix. Some days, that just seems right.
No doubt the coffee pot will come out later in the day.
Those observant ones in the know, yes indeed that is a Northern Gateway Public Schools mug. And yes, Rosie and Pat, that is a tea bag floating in a mug and not properly steeping in a tea pot. I own a tea pot. I'm just lazy. It is Tim Horton's Chai Tea, not that that means anything to anyone but a Canadian.
The butterfly quilt is finished, washed and in the hands of Sean and Jenna. Mike and Loren's is now underway. You might have seen a quilt with this fabric in Mom's house or in my granddaughter's crib.
The pattern on this fabric isn't as dense as the butterfly fabric, so I'll do in-fill quilting on the blue sky between balloons as well as inside the balloons themselves. Just now, I'm working around each balloon. My photos are a little dark. These are bright, bright Crayola crayon colours.
The sewing room is still in a bit of disarray but I did get the books moved and the fabric stash sorted. The photos are two of my favs. The group is my mom's mother with her siblings and father, taken in Rocky Mountain House in 1940. Mom is the infant in her mother's arms, older sister Betty standing in front. And the one to the right is Mom at my brother's house holding one of Daisy's little tiny very new puppies (Daisy is a Jack Russell, like our girls).
Spring has been slow to arrive. Environment Canada gurus are saying that the entire West will experience a cold, wet spring. They'll get no argument from me. Sorel and mint, poppies and weeds are all that's poking their heads through in the garden. The narcissis and hyacinth are holding back.
Inside, one of my 'creepy' plants is in seasonal glory:
That ropey, spiny thing is a Crown of Thorns. It often has more leaves on it, but its true gift is the incredible blooms it puts out:
This plant is a particularly prolific bloomer.
It was a bit sunnier outside yesterday but cool enough to make trenching bearable. I've been burying the drip line supplying water to the trees and shrubs around the perimeter of the yard. There's also drip line in and around the flower beds but I like to keep it tight to the surface so I don't inadvertently hit it with a shovel or fork and tear it.
The line for the trees needs to be shallow buried so we don't rip it with the mower or string trimmer.
From the kitchen balcony, looking northwest up the hill alongside the house. You can see the black irrigation line laying on the ground. Disturbed dirt at the top near the woodpile where I quit yesterday.
Above: looking straight west along the north boundary of the property and the fir trees I've transplanted from the volunteer plantation on Kelly's lot. The line is already buried here, as well as to my left, and to the south at a 90 degree angle from the end of this row.
Heading straight south along the west property boundary. The group of firs and our woodpile is straddling the property line, but as the land beside us is CSRD land - the fire hall property - it isn't a big deal. Doubt very much there will be a fence here unless we build it.
The little tree immediately in the foreground is a Rocky Mountain juniper, another local transplant. I have a few of them in this corner of the yard.
Around the woodpile and looking down to the bottom of the yard. The white stake is a boundary marker. The string is electric fence line to (hopefully) keep the deer out and away from the roses. It works even better on teenagers.
The water line is running to the left of these big trees, among the varieties of horizontal juniper we planted there. They provide good ground cover and excellent quail habitat. The line goes on to water the magnolia and catalpa trees further to the south, and then to the line of cedars along the south boundary.
The lot measures 26m x 62m (85 ft x 205 ft). So far I've buried 52m (170 ft) of line, around the north end. I've got 135m (440 ft) left to do because the line doubles back along the bottom of the yard, along the cedars, through the southeast rose and lily bed and then back west to supply the dogwoods, cottoneasters and roses parallel but north of the cedars.
I should get the line running south along the west border done today. And if not before 4 pm, then too bad because Canada plays Scotland in the Mens World Championship today and there's a table at the pub with my name on it.