On Saturday Laura tackled (ahem) four weeks of weeding. I kept her company. The plants keep filling in. We have a praying mantis in the sedum, and a cone flower as tall as Laura's wire flower.
My sister stopped to offer fresh peaches! Just the smell is divine. Laura made her google version of a cobbler last summer, but this year I held out for a crumble. It was a tough sell, but now she is a convert, and announced she could settle just for a pan of the crunchy stuff, with ice cream!
My bowl full, with three scoops of good vanilla ice cream!
I spent the entire weekend tying the new warp to the old. All 440 ends! In the old days, it was 800 to 1,000 ends for a new run of fabric. I should be grateful for towels, not shirts.
Tiring business, and it put me to sleep a few times. I understand how cats can just zonk. It has to do with blurry eyes, tired fingers and aching shoulders.
But now it's all tied, new to old, and tomorrow I'll get it pulled through and tied to the breast beam. Laura admired it for a second, and asked "You pull it all through at once?" Yes, I do.