Wednesday, February 10, 2021
the old mini-robot tower base, and another was in a barrel garden... the one they keep digging up! Poor chives and perenials. Tomatoes are not eggs, but these sprouts are hinting of spring, too, popping up in unlikely places. If there is a local family that would like today's eggs, I would be happy to share our find. First to call "dibs" is the lucky one. I'm going to see about transferring this spoon-tomato to a pot so I can take it to Spencer, Bex, and Simon. Maria and I taught needle-felting at the Antique Gas & Steam Engine Musuem, almost two years ago. I was happy to find, eventually, everything I was looking for, and thrilled to, at long last, come across some of the handkerchiefs I'd embroidered. Those have been lost to me for a long while. (An unfortunate, recurring, theme, post-drunkladydriver... my memory suffers.) And by the way, I know I have promised hand printed napkins to some of you, but I can't get at those supplies just yet, and it's too cold to work on the porch. I'm sorry. In the meantime, I will be curled up on my bed, evidently, and either felting, or stitching, until warm spring arrives.