Minimuscular Monday

minimuscular ~ tiny

There were a couple of days that were nicely foggy last week, and I do love me a good fog, but it was also kind of rainy so I didn’t want to risk my good camera by going out and taking pictures. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

The picture above is one I took last summer, of our neighbourhood fox waiting patiently for the daughter to take his picture. After we put the big fence up last year we didn’t see much of the foxes in our backyard, but there was a bit of a gap under one part of the fence at the back where they could crawl under and then leave again by a different gap. However, the neighbour behind us jammed some bricks in the gap so no more wildlife save for squirrels.

UPS took pity on me and delivered five more Nora Roberts books over the course of last week and so far I’ve only read one of them. I’m trying to make them last because I prefer the trade size paperbacks and once I’m done them I’ll have to start getting the mass market editions.

As my nod to the holiday weekend where tradition says it’s time to start gardening, I planted some bulbs on Saturday. I had more black lilies than I realized and planted a cluster in the center of the little square garden with the lamp post in it in the front, and two clusters behind the fountain in the pond garden at the back. The rest I gave to the daughter when they stopped by – the grandbaby wanted to show off her bike-riding prowess and biked all the way over to our house (with her parents and the dog walking alongside).

I also had some miniature iris that went in a corner of the front garden as well as the pond garden, something I can’t remember the name of that I have my doubts will grow at all because the bulbs seemed dried out to me, and four bleeding hearts spaced along the back fence.

If it stops raining again, maybe I’ll think about getting the vegetable garden started this week. At least the peas and beans.

Manubrial Monday

manubrial ~ shaped like a handle

So . . . how’s everybody doing these days? Getting tired of your own company? Need help digging the hole for the bodies? Those voices in your head starting to make sense?

There seems to be two kinds of people observing the social distancing: those who are taking advantage of all this time to themselves and getting an amazing amount of stuff done, and those who . . . don’t. Needless to say, I fall into the latter category.

What have I been doing lately?

Yesterday I baked – brownies, mini chocolate chip banana muffins, and a pumpkin bread. And I gave them all away because I’ve gained seven pounds since the pandemic started. And because I’m diabetic and shouldn’t eat a lot of that stuff.

I ran out of Nora Roberts books to read last Monday or maybe it was Tuesday. Yes, I have other stuff to read, but I’m kind of stuck on Nora these days. I had two more books that were supposed to arrive on Thursday, but there’s no sign of them yet.

I took a day in front of the TV to work on my stitchery. I started an appliqué piece when I was able to meet with the stitchery group, and I mustered up some renewed interest in it. It’s more fabric art than appliqué to my mind, and I have ideas for two or three more pieces.

Yesterday was Mother’s Day, and the daughter and her family dropped by. They parked in the driveway so we could have a socially distant visit. We froze our butts off, but it was worth it. I didn’t get hugs, but I did get to cuddle my first grandbaby, their dog Bishop. Wasn’t quite the same, but it was better than nothing.

The picture at the top of this post is of my gifts. Aren’t they beautiful? The pressed flowers were all from their garden (I put the sheet of white paper behind it to show them off a little better). And I love the felt flowers too – they did Aunt Florence proud (an aunt we used to do a lot of crafts with).

Anyway, that’s what I’ve been up to. How about you?