Rainbow Neighbourhood, Flowers, Dads

 Hello all, I've been very busy with family stuff and not having many spare moments to visit you, my blogging friends. And I'm beat in the evenings but everything is going along well overall and I seem to have entered a phase where my stress and worry have lessened. I'm very grateful for the positives of life and being able to stick to my mantra of one day at a time.

Supposedly squirrel proof but definitely not chipmunk proof. Note his cheeks are full. 

 The garden is making me so happy this year. All the extra weeding/cleaning has been paying off. Thanks go to older grandson who has been lending a hand too.

LeeAnna at Not Afraid of Color's prompt was about memories of our fathers.

 My Dad dropped out of university to sign up with the army much to his parent's chagrin. Being from a tiny Newfoundland outport he wanted to see the world and that was exactly what was on the army recruiting sign. And that's how he became a Korean War vet. His role was like Radar's in Mash...operating the radio messaging. Just shy of 6 ft. he worked hard all his life trying to get back into the shape he'd been in while in the army. His regret in life was leaving the army but he did that for a girl he'd met back home, my mother. Dad rarely told his war stories but he told us two things the war taught him were an enormous respect for the people who are Korean and a renewed love of all the wonderful benefits of living in Canada which we should never take for granted he would point out.

 In his 88 years with us, I learned some other things from him...take care of your body-keep fit, read books, be a life long learner...he took French lessons in his 50's, never brag, be an animal lover, respect all peoples-absolutely never use offensive words-the dictionary is full of words he'd say, find ones that won't hurt, and be on time which he meant was actually 15 minutes early.  I became pathologically punctual thanks to that last bit. A smart, loving, somewhat complicated and interesting fellow was my dad. I guess words that could describe most of the human race, LOL.

Stitchy talk

I'm trying not to stress about these houses getting their sashings. Here spread out on my bed. And I wanted to show you the pillowcases from the Flower Power sixties. These were at the farm when I arrived on the scene and are still good to use. Amazing quality. 

 But so far it all has gone well and everything is fitting together well enough. I'm quick to say the imperfections have nothing to do with Sandra's instructions which are wonderful, just my own crooked eye issue. For the sashings, I settled on this fabric that is white with the black flecks throughout it. It seems to be brightening up the overall look as some of my houses are on the darkish edge of the rainbow. Wee Gallery by Dear Stella

I'm also sorting fabric for my butterflies which is fun to do. Trying to convince myself I don't need to order any. I think I'm going to go with brights like my houses here but up a notch as I do think of butterflies as being very colourful. Maybe I'll have a butterfly to show next time.

Hope all is peaceful and relaxed in your world!

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