And a lot of socializing.

Sometimes I know too much.

Getting my exercise and a healthy dose of vitamin D.

For fun and profit.

Yes, that’s a beam brace, not a grocery bag.

The raspberries are under control now.

Grocery bag production is in full swing.

Making a business out of my sewing.

Making a quilt, one month at a time.

Happy tax day.

In which I try to wander, with mixed results.

Dealing with chicken poop.

My sewing room isn’t likely to become a sweatshop.

The slower pace of the winter months is over now.

Fifty-three years of fundraising for an all-volunteer fire department in rural Montana.

It will look like a bag eventually, I promise.

At least it wasn’t a quilt.

The ground squirrels will have nowhere to hide.

It’s a wonder sometimes that I am a functioning adult.

It’s only been a couple of years in the planning stages.