This time of year our rhubarb plants produce more than we can eat—or need to eat. After all rhubarb requires lots of sugar to be made palatial so it really isn’t good for the waistline—but, sometimes it’s just necessary to eat some rhubarb crisp!
Today I was back on the weed sprayer, getting two tanks of solution sprayed on the never ending supply of weeds—I am making a dent, should be finished by next week. The birds are eating us out of house and home, we counted eight hummingbirds on the feeder while we enjoyed lunch out on the deck.
The cowboy is creating again—our mini-excavator does not have a “thumb”—a movable piece attached to the bucket of the excavator operated by hydraulics which allows you to “pick up” things such as rocks. So, he is working on creating a “thumb.” He has welded, pounded, looked for parts—all without too much cursing—and the “thumb” is taking shape—he’s a smart cowboy!
I finished the stitching in the ditch on my little Winter Solstice quilt—I’m not going to do much more quilting on it—the quilt is small and the SID is enough to securely anchor the layers in place.
It was a “why we live in Montana” kind of day—warm and sunny!