I'm gonna miss this view

(taken in early summer a couple years ago)

I'm gonna miss this view when I sit on the patio in the morning with my cup of C and get a little vitamin D.  Watching the prairie grasses in the breeze is as mesmerizing as watching the waves on a great body of water.  The moving truck and packers come today.  I have sorted and tossed as much as will fit in the dumpster every week plus a couple trips to the dump with big things and numberous trips to the places that take used items.  And I spent a couple evenings with the chimnaria burning papers because we had a little rain and there was no wind those nights.  It was very liberating to watch old papers and small scraps of fabric burn.  The movers gave us a considerable discount if I would pack my sewing room.  I'm free of old projects and have made a list of things I'm going to do anymore:

1. Calligraphy
2. Cross stitch
3. Crafts
4. Canning
5. Camping
6. Composting
7. Gardening
8. Collecting containers
9. ??
10. ??   

I left 9 and 10 open because I'm sure when I unpack I will look for something and when I can't find it I will add it to the list so then I can refer to the list when I need a reminder that I don't do those things anymore.  Odd most start with the letter C  the only C thing I'm keeping is Coffee.  I could just say I don't do C things anymore,  kinda like the guessing game where the cook only cooks peas.   The list will save me time looking for stuff!

I'm simplifying and specializing  I will still 

1) Quilt  2) Knit  3) Needlepoint  4)  Sketch  5)  Read.  Isn't 5 really enough things to do?!?

The movers will pack the rest of the house the books, needlepoint and baskets of yarn and necessities they will all put in a box labeled living room so when I start to unpack I can put all those things right back by my favorite chair.  I'll pack the socks I'm working on in my overnight bag.  I'm ready!
The next post will be of my new front door.  --Ann--

On the Needles

 Wink, wink

 I like those eyes better

One pair of socks finished during the olympics and another pair started. Those were such fun colors to knit.  We have had a little rain here enough to green up the lawns which makes knitting brown yarn a little more pleasant.  So sad when everything was so dry and brown but thats what happens to South Dakota when we go for weeks without rain and temps in the 90's and 100's and wind like a generator on the midway at the fair.

I stopped at the bank the other day to cash in my coffee cans full of change, they were heavy!  The bank here is fortunate to own a Harvey Dunn original painting.  He is a South Dakota artist, his painting of the prairie are so beautiful.  The colors are vibrant, from a distance they look very pastel but step up close...........the colors are brilliant.  I can feel the heat and the wind when I look at them.  There is an intense lime green in the grass similar to the green in the socks, the sky and the turquoise are very close and there are little spots of bright pink and orange in the painting.  The painting is about 4 feet by 6 feet.  His most famous painting is The Prairie is My Garden it seems like every other grandmother has a print of it in her home, including my grandmother.  My brothers were almost fighting over who would get the print, they noticed that I wasn't interested and asked why.  I said have you ever seen the original?  Its at the art museum on campus.  Of course they hadn't.  Harvey Dunn's painting like our shrinking native prairie are filled with color if you just look.  --Ann-- Linking to Judy's OTN