(this beautiful valentine pink tree is in full bloom right at the edge of Coffee Pot Bayou)
Happy Valentine’s Day! I’m finally on the mend but this cold feels as though it’s hung on forever. My grandmother always said, “Two days coming, two days here and two days going.” That describes the pace of my current malaise and tomorrow, thankfully, is day seven. Good, too, because I just, this minute, drank the last of the Robitussin.
For Christmas, Abby and I each got sewing machines from Rich. Well, I got us sewing machines from Rich. When the children were young I had the most basic of machines and used it for simple clothing and mending- just your straight stitch sort of stuff. When Abby was about eight the basement filled with water one Spring (Michigan basements do that) and the machine was sitting on the floor in the laundry room. It was old enough that it didn’t have much insurance value and I never replaced it so with this new one I’m starting back at square one.
I spent the last couple days taking it easy and getting acquainted with the machine and doing a little needle felting too. These were fun- not very fussy or refined but they’ll do.
The manatee must have known I was sticking close to home; they left the power plant to come back to me at the bayou wall. There’s been a buffett of seven all tucked up by the dock wall, lolling about (if a sea cow can “tuck up”). There were a couple of calves and some veterans who have had close encounters with boat props. Today, there was a red eared slider taking advantage of one of them for sun bathing purposes. It made for an absolutely delightful photo but by the time I got my lens cap off the turtle surfed down the manatee’s back and zipped under the dock.
Here’s wishing you a lovely loverly day.