Yesterday I plugged away on the handquilting of my runner that I have until oh, sometime this evening to link up for Melissa's Lovely Year of Finishes. Somehow think that's going to be another "lose some" as I highly doubt I can finish it, but I will try.
Last night I opted for a beach evening instead of handquilting. "There is nothing so wrong with the world that gazing at water won't fix." Think I need to work that into a quilt. My own saying, just came out of my mouth in a conversation.
|Looking south towards Pelee Island, 17 miles away on the horizon|
We are doing this every Friday evening again this summer, the neighbours who live on our lane, that is: head down to our beach, which is at the end of the "keyhole" lane, lawn chairs and beverage in hand, to visit and to enjoy the sun setting, the birds, and the sound of the waves. The waves were so gentle last night, just an occasional lapping sound.
|View towards the west|
|Is that a cigar in his mouth?!|
On Thursday, we heard, before we saw, the carp swimming out of the lake up into Mill Creek to spawn. Rocco was pretty intrigued, as was I.
|Mill Creek where it empties into Lake Erie - lots of carp visible|
Well, better get at that runner. . . and the Christmas scrap quilt, which is 1/4 quilted. . . and the charity bags (I'm making two) which I got cut out. . .