Tall Tales from Kansas

This week, in Kansas, it has been warm enough to wear shorts, and today we just had some snow flurries blow through. It makes life interesting, this in between extremes, that is the beginning of spring. I have been tending my teeny plant above, watering it from the bottom, waiting to put it in a pot on the front porch when more temperate weather is here to stay. I very badly want to tell you the name of it. It starts with an “E” I think but it eludes me at this moment and so I let it go. It will come to me after I hit the publish button.

There has been some practice at painting French buildings in preparation for the trip coming up in May with sister.

The tree’s are budding out and hopefully will be just fine with a several day cold snap. Mother Nature knows how to handle this better than we do. Or so it seems to me.

I am progressing along on my hand quilting. It’s very meditative, except for when I stick myself unexpectedly which causes me to curse, then stick my finger in my mouth so I don’t get blood on the quilt. I feel fairly certain I am not alone in this.