A Yee-Haw Gathering and the Demise of More Trees

So on Sunday night, after the tree-filled weekend, I made a batch of cinnamon rolls and popped them into the fridge. After they were baked and slathered in icing, Cotton Picker and I  drove to Ranch Wife's house  for a good visit the next morning. See, Ranch Wife is moving. I have never been so happy (for them) and sad (for me) at the same time. One of our little Yee-Haw Trio is moving on to new pastures. She is even hopping the state line! Alas, I needed to drown my sorrows in a big pan of cinnamon rolls and the company was good. If you have to drown your sorrows, it's not a bad way to do it.

Ever, the consummate hostess, Ranch Wife had coffee and tea a brewing when we arrived. It smelled like a European Cafe in there. See the quilt? She's a quilter! :) We haven't been able to convert Cotton Picker. She breaks out into hives when she sits behind a sewing machine.

Then we commenced to Hee-Hawing around her charming kitchen table for hours. Cotton Picker had brought boxes with the intention of helping pack up Ranch Wife's kitchen, but Ranch Wife said she just wanted a day where she didn't have to pack so we plunked ourselves down again and had us another round of cinnamon rolls. We can belly up to a kitchen table with the best of them, fill our bellies with cinnamon rolls and make ourselves ill on belly laughs. It looks like we are having a revival. LOL.

 Come dinner time, we decided to pop into the little tiny town 15 miles away and enjoy some more visiting over another meal. 

We did just get together about a month ago so this was unusual, but we couldn't let her get away without one more chick chat. Dang, I'm going to miss this gal!

Apparently I am a squinter when I laugh - nose, eyes, mouth. Sheesh!. We should have gotten her a tiara - she looks regal here and we are her two court jesters. :) Did I mention I am going to miss this gal?

When I got home yesterday, DH was at it again! More chainsawing! I literally walked in the house, grabbed my trusty gloves and dove in.

This morning he has traded his chainsaw in for a tree trimmer:

I was cleaning the stove when I looked out and saw him scaling the ladder. Massive branches are meeting their demise all over the yard. I am afraid to look. I am baking cookies to send to our boy this morning. Once the branches hit the ground, it is my territory so I will have my work cut out for me. It's too dangerous in the yard while the wood is crashing down.

I could just cry.

On the sewing front, the news is discouraging too. :) 

I am looking forward to cutting into these fun fabrics for Bonnie Hunter's Easy Street Mystery Quilt eventually.

The cute little chickens and charming old keys are my favorite.

By the time I get around to it, it may no longer be a mystery. There simply are not enough hours in the day and tree duty calls!