Ya'll probably wonder, if I'm not sewing, what in the heck am I doing with my time? I've asked myself that same question. I'm certainly not blogging - or spending any time on the computer for that matter. The days just seems to be flying by. I've been spring cleaning. Spending lots of time out in the garden. I didn't have a garden last year with our trip to Africa, and I'm itching to hover over growing things again this year
The days are gradually getting longer and I find myself soaking in the incredible desert sunsets. No matter how busy the day is, skies like this tend to stop me in my tracks, give thanks and praise for God's hand in every aspect of my life, and savor the moment:
. Tis' also the season for bull sales:
Many hours were spent studying the sale catalog weeks before sale day:
And taxes...BOO, and enjoying baby bovines...YAY, as we make our feed runs.
As well as praying for rain because DH is spending too many hours in the feed truck and he's more than ready to stop making feed runs:
Our days at the sale barn are long and its between 8 and 9 in the evening before I come home. That leaves no time to run errands after work, making it necessary to drag myself into town for another day during the week.
DH and I are organizing our Africa pictures for a program for the Safari Club
I'm still pinching myself that we were really there.
We're also plotting out our branding schedule and after a month, I finally managed to finish stitching on a binding so I'll have a quilt to share in the next day or two, but my sewing machine may be about to walk itself down the dirt road, out to the pavement and see if some poor soul will take pity on it, pick it up and actually use it.