It appears our worries are over and our group can stay together at least for the time being. One of our ladies works as a part-time instructor at the local satellite branch of our nearest university, and they have a room we can use as long as she’s available to open up for us and lock up when we’re done. (she works as an ER nurse too, so isn’t always available). So our quilting group can continue meeting for our monthly Saturday ‘wilts’ for the foreseeable future as long as we plan them for the days she’s not at the hospital.
The weekly Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday drop-ins will likely be reduced. Lois, who has a lovely big bonus room in her home that she has converted into a wonderful sewing space says that Tuesday evenings she will be happy to host anyone who cares to come. She says we’ll soon see if her wiring can survive all the machines. I think that most of ladies will just do handwork as we really just want to continue to enjoy the social aspect of it all.
Today I spent several hours in the garden, weeding the millions (well, it seemed like that many) of volunteer foxgloves that were sprouting amongst my beans and carrots. It strikes me as strange that they will volunteer so vigorously where they’re not wanted, but when I try seeding them in the flower beds, I have little or no luck at all.
Living where there’s a lot of wild animals can be both a joy and a frustration. On the one hand, I love living close to the wild life – the occasional deer or moose on the road, wolves melting back into the forest on cold winter nights, coyotes hunting in the fields, mother grouse with her brood scurrying through the bush, Canada Geese families out on the lake
Merganzer duck with her ducklings
chickadees, Stellar’s Jays, hummingbirds,
the occasional mink, and in the Fall, the return of the Trumpeter Swans.
On the other hand, during the summer there are the wild rabbits that eat their way through my flower beds, (this year they seem particularly fond of the blossoms on my Columbine). In the winter the voles and field mice tunnel under the snow, busy harvesting my daylily bulbs. And the bears! I’ve had bears on my front deck, I’ve had them climbing my cherry tree, happily eating the cherries while they break all the branches, and I’ve even had them sit in the middle of the vegetable patch, pulling up carrots and eating the roots, and tossing the tops into a neat pile for me to find.
Right now, there are voles everywhere. I was watching a TV program the other evening and learned an interesting fact. Apparently, a 5 week old vole is sexually mature. And judging by how many I have running around my yard, they’re taking full advantage of the fact. They are also at the bottom of the food chain, but I see no evidence that anything (coyotes? where are you?) is taking advantage of the smorgasbord that is in my yard. Wednesday I spotted our resident weasel. He was scooting among the flowers, (hunting voles? I can only hope) and periodically stopping to peek at me. Being the hit and miss photographer that I am, I only managed to get blurred pictures of his tail. He’s here year round, and in the winter his coat turns snow white and just the very tip of his tail remains its usual black. I’m always amazed by how small they are.
I continue to work intermittently on the teddy bears. They need noses. And I think they need me to knit them a couple of little sweaters. I’ll have to see if I can find a suitable pattern.