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.
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.
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.
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.
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!