The Aprium tree is baring now beyond dreams,
here is one mornings take. The birds are now angry when I come out to pick fruit. I'm taking some home to OR with me tomorrow.
The roses have bloomed and last week I dead headed, now the second crop is here gracing our bedroom. Most are the Mr. Lincoln.
Beaded yarn spun plied, washed, dry and packed
Tomorrow I'll be flying home. Back to the yarn factory.....