Grandmother’s garden
I wanted to work on my grandmother’s garden quilt which is for myself. Life got in the way. I got hooked making a hexagon pattern making this for my mother in law. In the picture it is not done yet, but it gives you the idea. For my own quilt I’ve chosen a sligthly different alternative.
I really like to take pictures, but don’t do it very often. Today we decided to go to my mom’s house and pick lingonberries. I brought all our cameras - I love it when the girls take pictures as well. They usually have a different perspective than I do.
I love this old berry picker. Of course the more modern pickers are probably more efficient, but I enjoyed the process and we picked at least a bucket and half of lingonberries.
I love this picture. It might not be a good one or even that interesting. But she is concentrating on taking pictures of a mushroom.
Can you see the spiderweb around the berries? Is it a good picture? I think I like it. There wasn’t much time to experiment, we were heading to our picknick area to drink hot chocolate and eat cakes.
Ahh, this girl wouldn’t stop being pissed off because we weren’t going swimming. So I told her she could, but that she had to leave all her clothes on the beach and that we didn’t have a towel. That did not stop her - it did stop her little sister, though. Once she was in the water, she wouldn’t come up. Neither me nor T really likes bathing and swimming - so where those swimming genes comes from is a mystery. Nobody goes swimming in September…