Thursday, March 6, 2025

Mid week


 We have our first sign of spring. This is our Oklahoma Red-bud. Its the first thing that seems to wake up this time of year. We had a nice bit of rain yesterday. It rained all night too. Maybe thundershowers this afternoon. I really do love all of the unsettled weather in March. We have birthdays and now a wedding in March. Our three oldest grandsons will be 18 next week. I can't believe how fast time has flown. Eighteen years ago, in one week, I went from being a Mom to a Grandmother of three. In April, I will be a grandmother of 15.

Who knew I would be blessed with such a family. Not me of course. But its all good. 

I have hooked a tiny bit this week. Not like I hoped. But getting any hooking done this week of all weeks I consider a win. 

I love these rugs by Whimsey Rugs because I can just do it in squares. I have done the Halloween one and I have done the Easter one.


 

This one was fun, but after I finished it I put it away. I didn't look at it for a year, then I got into my rugs and found it again and I liked it. Do you rug hookers do that too? Just put them away and then next time you go and get into your rugs, its like finding treasure? I do. I also find myself cringing at some of the monstrosities I have created. 

This is our grandson who lives here in town. Our only grandson. In California. He comes over on Thursdays.

He is so sweet and its so nice to get to be in his life. We didn't get to see him until he was 4 so its such a blessing to get to see him now.

Some one has been very patient while I write this blog. So we will put on rain shoes and go out into the rain. At least the sun has come out for a tiny bit. Its very wet and muddy.

I hope you have a lovely rest of the week. I hope I have cute pictures to post from the wedding.

~Kim~ 

"Help me to live this day quietly, easily; 

To lean upon Thy great strength trustfully, restfully;

To meet others peacefully, joyously;

To face tomorrow confidently, courageously."

Taken from Secure in The Everlasting Arms, Elisabeth Elliot, from her aunt Anne Howard. p.162