There are still a few bluebells flowering which wanted to be in the picture, too. This has been a while waiting to be finished but the last stitches were put in the binding during the week, so I can claim a finish....the first for several months.
A close-up of the vertical quilting design.
All the unevenly spaced lines go in one direction, crossing and re-crossing. Quilter Ann used a similar design on one of my quilts a few years ago which I quite like so I asked for the same idea, but this time using as many different threads as she wished - provided they were blue or green. What a great idea, she said....there is always thread left over after working on a quilt....so there is a mix of blues and greens in both solid and variegated threads. Both Ann and I were thrilled with the result. Size is 48in by 60 in, no borders, just binding to finish the edge.
Finished is a great feeling!
The strips for the inner border of Autumn Rhapsody have been cut. They still need to be joined into one long strip, and the outer border fabric needs to be cut; the fabric is nearly six metres long, so the borders will be cut along the length rather than across. That means there will be no joins to interrupt the leaf pattern, it's too gorgeous to break up.....and, of course, the borders will be mitred.
The promised rain came during the week, now the garden looks washed and refreshed. One of our resident magpie family popped in for a visit and perched on our verandah railing out of the falling rain, talk about looking bedraggled and despondent.....poor Maggie.....
The babies have hatched, and can now be heard clamouring to be fed. Their appetite seems insatiable but I suppose, like most young folk, they are in a hurry to grow and get out into the world.Ozzie Magpies have a bad reputation due to their habit of swooping anyone who comes near their nest when the babies are young. Being swooped is quite a scary experience; many many years ago I was swooped and pecked on the head, so I very smartly moved away from the tree under which I was standing. Being away from home at the time meant I was unfamiliar with local nests! They are very smart birds and can recognise faces and voices - our resident maggies from the trees on the hill certainly know us and sometimes come for a visit, and we love their melodious song. The swoopers are usually male birds, and the worst thing a swoopee can do is run, or try to cycle away quickly......better to get off that bike and walk, cross to the other side of the road if possible, and quietly go about your business without annoying any more magpies. Last spring there was a problem with swooping magpies near a couple of shops here, but rather than walkers or cyclists those being swooped were women with prams or strollers. I would guess that a woman with a pram chased a magpie away or annoyed it in some way, and it didn't forget.....but, after all, those birds are protecting their babies, too.
Words have been read. Diamonds have been cut and sewn. Notes have been plinked and sung, but now the ukulele groups are on holiday as several members are on grandparent duty, so we will resume in a few weeks. We hunted and we gathered. My exercises were diligently done and, as they used to say back in much earlier times, so has another sennight passed.
Over the past few days I have noticed that the nails on the three middle fingers of my right hand each have a bump going across their width. I can only assume that damage was done when I fell and broke my arm; it happened so quickly that my recollections of how I landed are hazy, but I think that my clenched fingers were caught underneath my hand when I landed on it. The fingers were certainly bruised and sore for quite some time, and indeed are still tender. Eventually the nails will regrow, hopefully without bumps.
Oh well. At least nothing has fallen off.
"Gentlemen passing before ladies.
Gentlemen having occasion to pass before ladies who are already seated in lecture and concert rooms, theatres and other public places, should beg pardon for disturbing them; passing with their faces and never with their backs toward them."
A favourite café of ours on our trips to Canberra is much frequented by cyclists. Their lycra shorts leave nothing to the imagination, and we certainly don't want their backsides in our face; on one occasion Kevin murmured quietly to me, as those tight black bums passed much too closely to where we were sitting......"it's not very becoming, is it?"
Enjoy your days!
Jennifer