This weekend Ron and Peter worked and worked trimming this pepper tree.
Like this mum that is getting ready to open.
This morning, I let my chickens out for a bit. I was going to let them hang out for awhile. Sasha had another plan. She has decided she doesn't like them out in the yard anymore. Every time I turn my back on them the next thing she has rounded them all up and put them back in the pen. This morning I managed to have my camera.
It is just a very fine morning. I wanted to show you the last part of that rug.
This is all I have left. I was looking at it after I had hooked and hooked yesterday. It dawned on me, that I have as much left on this rug as much as a whole rug I do normally. It doesn't look like that from the picture but it is a bunch. I will finish it this week, the light is at the end of the tunnel.
Thank you for visiting today.
|“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?”|
― John B. Tabb