Easter Bunny is Elusive

Having spent the better part of 3 weeks sicker than I care to be, Easter snuck up on me. It is the bunny in the grass, as opposed to the snake in the grass. I did not go shopping for a new outfit or snappy shoes. No more fancy dresses for my little girl, with hat and shoes to match. The boys did not need haircuts and a crease pressed into their khakis. Those days have passed.

I have dyed eggs and bought some sweets for my boys. I decided to spend the Church day in the nursery rocking babies of the visitors. Then we will try to visit friends for lunch before heading home to a quiet late dinner. God Bless you all and Happy Easter...

Ruffles and Ribs

I am back to knitting on big needles, cranking out Alpaca scarves that I love. I love the mock rib stitch and I love Alpaca. It is soft while being hypo-allergenic. I have hand dyed alpaca in various shades that I am double stranding with other stray stash yarns to create different versions of the scarf shown here. Brynn took that one back to school after Spring break. I am starting to knit items for a trunk show to coincide with fall fashion and back to school shopping. Perhaps the economy will have improved by then...

Sprintime Means Mustard Blooms

We continue to have nourishing rainfall here. When we have the rare rain with the consistent warm sunshine, the inevitable mustard blooms burst forth all around us.

The legend says that the Friars traveling along the Royal road (El Camino Real) from Mission to Mission, spread the mustard seed to show the way to fellow pilgrims. It is shoulder high and stunning.

It means springtime and Easter to me. Allergies to my husband and son...

I Want to Feel Good Enough To KNIT!

Knitting. I long for the concentration to read and follow a pattern. I want enough time before tissue usage to actually complete a row. I want to fondle some yummy yarn with out sneezing germs all over it. Yarn, needles, clear eyes, clear head. This is my prayer today!!!

On Youth Sunday we wore our proud parent faces. Instead of my knitting bag, I carried in my camera bag. No one was fazed by the spotlight or the paparazzi buzzing around the building.
Great Job Youth! The speakers and the music were stellar.

Meat Us For Dinner

I forgot to show you the best part!

Dinner 4 "8"

At our church we enjoy fellowship with a diverse community of multi-generational friends. We have a dinner club that is called "Dinner for Eight." It began several years ago and we have participated since the beginning. We have had varying degrees of success with the random groups of eight people put together by a secret selection committee. Very covert. Not beyond bribery, I have heard.

Happily, this has been one of the best groups ever! We each prepare one dish of a spontaneous menu driven by the Host home's choice of main course. We each take a turn as Host, rotating one dinner per month. This was at my house and I decided to make an Apricot stuffed Pork roast. The Chittea contribution was a corn pudding that was scraped clean from the large serving dish. Pat Dickinson has turned into the salad superstar. Geeta Antony has outdone herself with desserts. Her pineapple cheesecake was delectable. The Terhunes started us off with a shrimp platter. Sounds good doesn't it. We have fun and we just fell in love with this group!