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Sunday, July 24, 2011

Sketches from my am walks

Sketches from around the corner and down the road.

Queen-Anne's Lace
Her body is not so white as
anemone petals nor so smooth-nor
so remote a thing. It is a field
of the wild carrot taking
the field by force; the grass
does not raise above it.
Here is no question of whiteness,
white as can be, with a purple mole
at the center of each flower.
Each flower is a hand's span
of her whiteness. Wherever
his hand has lain there is
a tiny purple blemish. Each part
is a blossom under his touch
to which the fibres of her being
stem one by one, each to its end,
until the whole field is a
white desire, empty, a single stem,
a cluster, flower by flower,
a pious wish to whiteness gone over-
or nothing.
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963)

Saturday, July 16, 2011

CAF Airshow

We've been at the CAF Airshow at the Olathe New Century Airfield, Friday went to watch the B-29 fly and back today for the official show. Friday was nice as there was no crowd only a few interested photographers and the people taking the ride in the plane.
(of course I'm bird watching too)
(a few of my photos)
This is the show I rode in a WW 11 trainer plane a couple of years ago, Ken was going to go for a ride but didn't want to hang around the 2 hours or so for his turn so maybe next year.
Rides costs begin at $80 and go up to$1495. that's for the B-29.
After getting to the airfield early and getting more photos of FIFI, it was getting a little uncomfortable so we decided to leave before noon.
A week ago on my morning walk I enjoyed watching a small flock of goldfinches feast on some wildflowers that had gone to seed, the next morning they were all mowed down and the finches gone. I was so disappointed!!
Ken is about done with his home improvement project, has only to put a second coat of paint on the front door and he's done. The living room really looks nice. So glad we decided to pull out the old carpet.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

The Backyard

Summer Morning
How beautiful the morning
When summer days are long
O' we will rise betimes and hear
The wild-bird's happy song-
For when the sun pours down his ray
The bird will cease to sing;
She'll seek the cool and silent shade
And sit with folded wing.

Up in the morning early -
'Tis Nature's gayest hour!
There's pearls of dew upon the grass
And fragrance on the flower.
Up in the morning early
And we will bound abroad
And fill our hearts with melody
And raise our songs to God.
Sarah Hale (1788-1879)
A backyard beauty!!!

Thursday, July 7, 2011


Ken is still working on the floor trim, he had to buy some new pieces and he's refinishing the old. It's like a puzzle only having to cut and fit the pieces together.
He's also done some painting and is going to paint the new doors we had put in few years ago.
I've been piecing too, I'm using up some of my fabric scraps.
This jacket is an old sweatshirt, the neckline didn't turn out very good but I didn't have any directions I just made it.
Now I'm working on a reversible scrap quilt, the squares are machine sewn then I'll hand quilt and sew the squares together this winter.
It may turn out to be the ugliest quilt ever made.
We helped celebrate the Snook's 50th Anniversary last weekend, it wasn't a big party but they were surprised, it was at their daughter's home.