It's scary out there

 So we'll just stay at home for a while  At least until the groceries run out, and right now, the freezer is full.  Thank Goodness, I have those charity quilts to work on, 'cause it's not nice outside.  This will be day three of cold dreary weather.  They keep promising rain, but none has materialized around our house. After two days of wearing sweaters and sweat shirts, we turned the furnace on this morning, as the temperature in the house was down to 65.  We've closed all of the windows that were wide open, in the heat, only a few days ago.

So no plans for the long weekend.  I have the first small quilt ready for spray basting and stitching.  I really enjoyed doing totally abstract improvisational piecing for the blocks.  It's been awhile since I had so much freedom in putting a piece together.  I believe I may be able to put together another one the same way, but in a different colourway, and will likely give it a try this weekend.  I plan to use programmed stitches for the quilting in the current one, and in straight lines, so that should go fairly quickly.  Then I face the challenge of using all of those pre-cut squares and rectangles that have been haunting my storeroom for months.  It will be good to finish up with those.  Had the local quilt Guild been having face-to-face meetings, I could have taken the bags, labelled with the size of the squares, and put them on the "Touch'n'Take table, and good riddance, but not possible right now.  I got rid of a lot of pre-basted hexies that way.

The only thing of interest in the garden is a small Nuthatch that has been visiting.  He mainly hunts in the Elm tree, but will also visit the feeder once in awhile.  He doesn't care that I'm sitting at the table right beside the tree.  The Blue Jays show up shortly after David puts a few peanuts out.  How do they know?  They will come right up and steal a nut off the table, but not often.  They prefer to wait until you stand up, turn your back, and go into the house.  David has taken to putting the peanuts under the feeder, and they will willingly go there.  Then we can watch and laugh at them, as they swoop down, grab one and fly off.  Once in awhile the big male will stuff one unshelled peanut in his mouth and then grab another in his beak before flying off. We're wondering if they might be nesting in the big cedar tree next door rather than down at the corner of the block.  The tree is right at the corner where four lots come together, and well away from any buildings.

As you can see, small things amuse us during these difficult and isolating times. Hope is fading for a relaxed free-er summer.  Stay safe, Ladies