Ooh-wee, ain't it purdy! Though you can't see the second row of chevrons from the Pac Man fabric, it is there, on the other side of the railing. Yep, I was able to squeak out two rows from the piece that a generous fellow quilt blogger sent me (and thank you again so much!).
I think mom and baby are really going to like this quilt. Hope so, anyway! Now to get the backing sewn together and the whole thing quilted and finished up.
It finally seems like spring-going-on-summertime here. It was only today that I finally potted up some annuals and arranged a little warm weather vignette on the front porch (nothing fancy). It was good to get my garden-gloved hands in the dirt.
The purple parrot tulips are on their last days, so I thought I'd capture a shot before they say farewell. Like the sun stake? Norm picked that out at Jo-Ann while he waited for me to buy fabric. It is solar powered and glows all night long. Yes, we are easily entertained around here. ;)
I love these sparkly looking blooms, but I can never recall what they are. They're pretty, is what they are. Don't last too long, but they shimmer in the shadow of the irises for a couple weeks anyway. The giant yellow irises themselves will be popping into bloom soon and will steal most of the thunder in the flower bed for a time. It looks like I've got some purple salvia that will sing backup, though. I can't remember planting that, funny enough. Doesn't mean I didn't do it, but it could also be something that self-seeded from the neighbors, in which case it picked the perfect spot to land.
Speaking of backup singers, have you seen the movie, Twenty Feet from Stardom? Loved it. Two thumbs up here.
More music to enjoy...I'm going to insert this YouTube video here to see if by NOT putting it dead last, it doesn't become the thumbnail in your feed reader. It irks me that I can blog about other pretty things, but Feedly will grab the video thumbnail. Oh well, can't control everything, but I can give this a try. Anyway, this is a fun song. These guys remind me a bit of Little Feat in the 1970s. Remember "Dixie Chicken," anyone?
The Lily of the Valley I excavated from the north facing flower bed has found its way back and is blooming. Not that I didn't like it, but it tends to take over the joint, you know? I guess I haven't been vigilant enough in pulling up the stray plants over the past couple years, and now they have a pretty good foothold again. Oh well, if you can't beat 'em, at least pick a few of 'em. This tiny vase is a vintage Pyrex salt shaker.
They smell divine and remind me of my Grandma Frieda. I don't specifically recall whether she grew them, but she had a pink glass powder jar on her dresser with a Lily of the Valley scented cake and puff in it.
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