The fair.

 

Two of my most recent quilts. The farm and tractor quilt is for my grandson's first birthday. I didn't have it finished to enter into the fair but it was  done for his birthday. That's a win in my book.

The Windy Fall Day quilt was entered in the local fair and it won judge's choice and first place. I was very, very surprised and almost didn't enter it! I'm glad that I did. 

Dog gone.

 It has been a rough month for dogs here - one of the perils of having several geriatric dogs. Casper, my boxer, passed less than two weeks after Tipper. Casper and I had a love/hate relationship. He loved me and he hated me. He mangled my left hand on more than one occasion. He caused a couple of fires in our kitchen. He had horrible separation anxiety. But we dealt with all of that. He was rarely alone and I learned to read the signs when he was in a grouchy mood. He was my buddy though - he followed me wherever I went: to the creek (his favorite), to the chicken house, wherever I went, there he was. 

Funny. I no longer really want to walk down to the woods or to the creek. In fact, I don't like to go outside much at all. I miss the old codger - the old, ornery guy.