threads of summer

We are in the final formal weeks of summer, although we will continue to do the summer things as long as this perfect weather holds out.

My summer stitching has all ended boldly. I like it so much that quilt blocks have names, including shoo-fly - a nine-patch with triangle corners. I have found a few variations on how that particular name came to be, but for us it might just mean the shooing of the giant horseflies into the surface of the pond and then almost instantly into the mouths of the bluegill all summer. Because if you don't fed them to the fish those horseflies will bite you hard. 

But really I just like it that a quilt block might forever remind us of a whole summer - a really good one. - and it's not over yet.

bloom

Our native buttonbush is blooming for the first time and it was worth the wait. Each little globe of flowers about the size of a ping-pong ball.

all together

I am fortunate to be spending the summer with my boys and we are staying very busy having as much fun as we can. I have barely stitched or drawn at all. All that I would like to stitch or draw or paint is getting a bit muddled in my head as a bit of a traffic jam of things and I am stealing moments here and there to imagine if it all might be able to come together somehow.