Weekending

flea market treasures

a double yoker 

I've decided not weeding the strawberry patch is actually quite beneficial.  The birds can't see the red berries through the weeds~ so we get them!

Friday was had some of our very favorite people over for a long and lovely visit.  It's the kind of relationship where the parents are good company for us grown-ups and (BONUS!) they have seven kidlets who provide good company to my own kidlets four.  The result is a visit where children are off playing together and grown-ups can have uninterrupted conversations despite being outnumbered 3-1.  The very best kind of visit.

It was nearly midnight before they left (next time you and yours must plan to spend the night, Missus!) and Adele' had reached her limit.  The girl wailed and wailed as we waved goodbye.  When we had come inside Corynn made some remark like "I don't know why she was being such a crumbmudgon- it was so fun!"

 "It is really late and Adele' had fun too.  She is just SUPER tired, so we are just going to give her some grace right now and help her to bed."

And then Judah began to wail "I want some grace toooooooooo!"

Saturday Matt let me shirk Saturday morning responsibilities to head to my favorite summer haunt, the flea market/antique barns.  I could only go for an hour but I made good use of it!  I came back with a basketful of treasures.  Two of which are presents for others.  I won't tell you which are the gifts, so as not to spoil the surprises, but I can tell you that the basket is not one of them!  My harvesting basket finally fell apart this last year and I was in need of a good one.  And this one is lovely.  (And cheap!)

Then it was off to a bridal shower/ quilting bee where I realized hand-quilting is harder than it looks.  And I can't believe how time-consuming!  And my stitches were wonky.

Then Sunday~ a picnic after church.

All in all~ a fun weekend with blue skies above and lots of laughter below.