Friday, June 15, 2018
During my after-dinner garden tour I turned around to find this fine specimen of a skunk having a snack of sunflower seeds under the bird feeder, not six feet away from me. I tip-toed into the house to grab my camera so that I could get this picture. You'll understand why I didn't try to get any closer.
I made conversational noises at it with absolutely no effect. Either it can't see or hear me, or it's too hungry to care about that big bi-pedal thing making those funny noises. It could also be an escaped pet, as it's legal in Oregon to keep a pet skunk.
When I'm sure it's gone I'll take down the bird feeders. Skunks are undoubtedly handsome creatures, but I just don't think I need to provide a feeding station for them.
Wednesday, June 6, 2018
As part of my effort to start drawing down my strategic reserve of fabrics and quilt batts I recently decided to re-organize my scrap bin. I do this every seven or eight years, but until now I never had any clear goals in mind.
This time I had some rules. I even wrote them up.
The fabrics in this picture, however, failed the "large enough to produce a 5 1/2 inch square" test, so they've been put into their own little box, on the theory that they might come in handy someday for mending (I have a real talent for tearing out the corners of my apron pockets.)
This all reminds me of a lovely book, String Too Short To Be Saved.