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March 2026

What happened to March? Anybody know?

I didn’t go into the sewing studio until the last two days of the month.

The Hubster and I spent quite a bit of time outdoors. We cleared and burned a whole lot of brush. We do expect a ban on the use of chain saws and a ban on burning to come early this year. Like many parts of the country, we have had drought followed by a very mild winter. Not good.

We became great-grandparents on March 11 to a baby boy!

The little fam lives in Oregon, and we hope to visit soon. Wren Thomas was admitted to the hospital yesterday, giving us all a scare. He is very jaundiced, but after many tests, the little fella was declared healthy and discharged today (the 31st).

Our son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter visited for a few days. They came to celebrate the life of our daughter-in-law’s Mom, who had passed recently. Their stay here was too short, as always.

The Hubster got sick, so outdoor chores are on hold. Unfortunately, they will wait for him.

I finally have all of the parts sewn for Silk Path! Now all I need to do is get it laid out and sewn into a flimsy. This will be interesting, since I have no space to lay out such a large project.

Bonnie Hunter Silk Path Pattern

I love it when the sunshine warms up the crocus and the petals open to reveal the bumble bees!

Crocus

So sweet!

Crocus

Crocus

Have fun and carry on!

Previous Posts:

Family Visit

A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace.

-David Steindl-Rast

Since the first day of my visit with my son and fam, through today, the western part of Washington state has been experiencing an atmospheric river; a deluge of rain.

I haven’t minded it (I do love the sound of rain), but it cleared enough today to have a much needed day out.

My daughter-in-law and I went to a tea tasting party. We learned some historical facts, some agriculture facts, and tasted a variety of tea. We learned about the properties of the various teas and how to properly prepare them. It was informative and fun!

It was also fun to be encouraged by the crocus blooming in the backyard when we came home from the party!

Crocus

In the northeastern corner of Washington state, where I live, there is still snow at my house. It snowed there yesterday.

So I am very appreciative to enjoy the crocus here!

Crocus

I hope you enjoy them as well!

Crocus
Crocus

Clicking on a photo will give you a closer look!

Crocus

Stay healthy.

Stay safe.

Keep smiling.

Traffic Jam One – It’s A Flimsy!

It is a bit overcast today, and a good time to show you the progress on Traffic Jam One.

Traffic Jam

It has been a flimsy for a few days now, but work and a couple of sunny afternoons prevented me from taking photos.

Traffic Jam

I had a bit of trouble finishing up this flimsy.  Call it ‘airhead moments’, ‘senioritis’, or just a lack of concentration.  

I thought that I had miscalculated and did not have enough cut green squares.

So I cut and cut and sewed my borders.

And my borders were too long.

And I miscalculated my miscalculations and never really miscalculated to begin with.

Here is what is leftover:

Traffic Jam

I will find a purpose for the parts eventually.

Of course, that defeats the original purpose of using up all of those scraps… in this quilt… in the first place.

Traffic Jam

Looks a bit like a stained glass window from the back:

Traffic Jam

Traffic Jam Two in progress:

Traffic Jam

Previous Traffic Jam Posts:

Pat Sloan’s Pattern

Traffic Jam One Update

What was I doing on the sunny afternoons after work?

Why, pruning and raking, and making discoveries in the garden, of course!

Here are just a few of my discoveries:

Crocus

Lots of crocus!

Crocus

Lots of daffodils (and larkspur)!

Daffodils

Stately Crown Imperials!

Crown Imperial

Fragrant Hyacinths!

Hyacinth

Lots of budding shrubs, including this elderberry!

Elderberry

“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” — Rainer Maria Rilke