Turkey Tracks: October 1, 2016
September 2016 Update
What a glorious summer I have had!
And the fun continues as my life continues to be rich with experiences.
The sailing trip on the J&E Riggin was terrific, as I posted earlier.
Quilter Timna Tarr comes next weekend for a Coastal Quilters trunk show and workshop on making “improvisational” quilts. She has a terrific gallery on her web site. Take a look?
On October 17th, some Coastal Quilters of Camden, Maine, will make another retreat at the Franciscan Guest House in Kennebunkport, Maine. Attending will be my Bellevue High School, Bellevue, Nebraska, classmate, Penny Rogers Camm, who is making her VERY FIRST QUILT. Messages have been flying between us about layouts and how to sew blocks together and so forth. Her quilt is so, so pretty. We will pick out borders, etc., when she comes week after next.
I picked what will probably be this season’s LAST flower bouquet the other day.
Next year I want MORE cosmos and zinnas in my garden. And I need to go out and cut the gorgeous hydrangeas to bring in side the house for winter decorations.
Friend Megan Bruns is in Texas with her family this week. She took all the rosettes from her Millifiori quilt (see former blog posts for details), and her mother helped her decide how to put them together. This picture is the last I received. Megan used all Anna Maria Horner fabrics in this quilt. Of course there will be borders and so forth yet to do.
Horch roofers have been here for the past two days. The new roof is so pretty. Pictures of it later as the yard and house is full of men, flying roof pieces, and equipment. I would take my life in my hands to go out there. Besides, it is cloudy and overcast, so I’ll get pictures later. I am loving the soft color of the roof though.
We still have had no appreciable rain. I continue to worry about my well running dry. I have stopped watering deeply outside. The growing season is running down anyway. I do not think we will get much fall color this year as drought-struck trees are just dropping brown leaves to, hopefully, save themselves.