My mother’s quilt

My mother made a beautiful quilt, and a few weeks back we finally got it hung on the living room wall in her house.   I took some photographs of it while I was over yesterday, and I want to share them with you.   It is approximately 60×70, and all the flowers were designed and hand embroidered by mom, as was the sashing between the blocks.     I don’t have a picture of the entire quilt, but this will give you an idea.   It is an amazing piece!

Learn something new

This is a bandicoot.   Bandicoots are marsupials that live in Australia and New Guinea.   They live in burrows, not in boroughs like New Yorkers.   They are quick, good diggers, and they go hunting at dusk.   They will burrow after their burrowing prey and quickly overtake them.   Bandicoots are generally 12 to 16 inches long.   This one is 14 and three quarters inches long, her name is Abigal.

It is important to recognize that this is a true coral snake, not a copy-cat snake, and he is very poisonous.   They grow to 3 feet long.   Coral snakes are not agressive, they want to be left alone.   That works out well, I want to leave them alone.   It is helpful to remember this poem: “Red next to yellow can kill a fellow, red next to black is a friend of Jack.”   If you come accross a snake that has red stripes next to black ones, he is not poisonous, if his red stipes are next to yellow ones, he is poisonous.   Still, I’m leaving them all alone.   I find it ironic that this snake is named Jack.

On a completely different subject, if you get a chance, watch David Letterman to the end tonight.   He is suppose to have Darlene Love as a guest, who comes on every year and sings Christmas (Baby Please Come Home).   You can find previous years’ renditions on Youtube.   Darlene always rocks the house, and I can’t wait to see what they do with the sax player this year!

Where I stood..

Another inch or two on our front steps, and we haven’t finished clearing off the 8″ of snow we got Friday.   At 53, I just used a snowblower for the first time in my life,   I’ll get to use it again today.   I don’t mind shoveling, it’s quiet and it feels like honest work, but the snowblower is loud and stinks of gas.   I’d rather shovel, but I can’t make it through the snow we’ve had without the blower.   So off I’ll go, but first I’m going to watch Sunday Morning.

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and she’ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.