Thursday Threads

It's a fact of life for a blogger that if you don't post anything, no one comes to read. So, in spite of not having had any deep thoughts this week, here I am.
Appeasing the adoring masses.
Ha!
Today is a beautiful day, so while I was walking around the yard spreading toxic slug bait, I carried my camera.
The star magnolia from last Thursday is in its full glory. Not much rain to speak of in the last week, so the blooms are still snowy white.

I put a couple of primrose pots together. I always vow to not do it "this year", but I can't resist their cheerful countenances. I added some crocuses and a little daffodil out of the garden and I really like this one.

The kiwi vines are sprouting leaves. I'm hoping for a small crop this year.

Grecian wildflowers, or anemones, are a reliable patch of colour in the early spring and sometimes even in the winter.

Variegated leaves of the hardy cyclamen. If you look closely, you'll see why I was applying slug bait.

Okay, see if you can guess what these are.
I'll tell you at the end.
If I remember.

My family room is a mess. I'm cutting out some baby quilts from fabric samples that I have had for close to thirty years. About time, did I hear you say? Jeff has been hot to toss my fabric stash for a long time, but I have resisted mightily. This is the year I justify my hoarding habits. My first attempt will use the shoo fly pattern, which should turn out to be some variation of this.


Lori came over this morning to validate my quilting urge and gave me good advice on mixing colours. I feel a little inept at colour schemes. We sat and discussed quilting, aging bodies, unmentionable ailments, and our next adventure: the PGE Green Living and Sustainability Fair at the end of the month. Then we went into the yard and talked about flowers and trees and cutting down mimosas.
Lori is a good friend.

This week, I finally took care of the paperwork to be a volunteer at our nearby elementary school. I start next week.
The Math Helper.
That's me!

Now I must start dinner. The missionaries called last night to remind me that I had signed up to feed them tonight and I forgot until just now. See how I am? So here I go. Chicken fajitas and ......something yummy.....for dessert.

Here it is:
Asparagus crowns.
For Jeff, who adores asparagus.
I don't particularly like it, but I hear that freshly picked asparagus is to die for.
And now, I don't want to have to type asparagus any more today.
It does not flow from the fingers.
You try it.