The Summer Rug

 

It is really August around here. About the only flowers I have now are morning glories. Every thing is tired.
The trees are ready to shed leaves and go to sleep. I think they are tired of summer and the heat and drought. Which as it goes, hasn't been so bad. We have had lots of rain and yesterday, we barely made it to 80 which is really, really rare for August. I got cold even. The nights are already down into the 60s which is really different too.

I finished my Summer rug and got it all steamed. It is a big rug. I wondered why on earth I made such a big rug but I am glad I did. It was one of those rugs that was fun to make. I enjoyed every single thing about it. Even if I did have to stop and dye wool three times.

Pattern Adapted from Buttermilk Basin

 Now to start my Dancing Witch pattern from The Old Tattered Flag. After I dye some more wool today.
I need a better mix of colors I think.
I hope you have a wonderful Thursday!

~Kim~

 

The poem I share today, is from one of the very first stitchery I made. As a new wife and mother, it got me through every hard trial I experienced. Still to this day, I say it to myself, when things come into my life I don't understand.

"He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendth more strength when the labors increase;
To added affliction He addeth His mercies,
To multiplied trials His multiplied peace."

"When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end  of our hoarded resourses
Our Father's full giving is only begun."

"His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known untio men;
For out of his infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth and giveth and giveth again."
---Annie Johnson Flint