Father's Day

My friend Debbie

is hosting a big father's day dinner, today.

Unlike some, (who will remain nameless)

she does not send her husband and father to the

Foodland to pick up hot dogs and sauce

already made up for 50 cents (60 cents if you want cheese)

and a bag of chips.

She cooks and they eat at a table

instead of in front of the TV whilst watching the US Open.

Anywho, I had picked her a bouquet from Patty's

hydrangea a few days ago (I'm watching

Patty's plants whilst she is out of town-wonder why she doesn't give me

the key to her house while she's gone?)

and she asked if they would last till Sunday. 

I told her  I could steal pick more on

Sunday.

So, this morning, still in
my jammies, I picked flowers from our own

beautiful beds.

I love a wild and woolly arrangement.

so does Daisy.

An here is Jack auditioning to be

a gardening angel.

Actually, he is just holding up prototype

of a tunic I plan to make.  I made this

out of muslin and curtain lining.

I need to make it a size bigger.

or make me a size smaller.