Why is it that the weekends go so quickly? There is never enough hours in the day on weekends, especially when they were as wonderful as this last weekend was. The weather was sunny and warm and the farmers were planting their crops. I should have taken a picture, but to me there is nothing more beautiful than a freshly planted field in Indiana, where the dirt is rich and dark, and the smell is like nothing I have found anywhere else. Can you tell this is one of my favorite times of the year?
On a quilty note, I spent all Saturday morning quilting on the quilt that will one day be our new minister's quilt and then finally got the label on the quit in the picture for my youngest grandaughter. Poor little Mya, I have made so many quilts it seems that her mother had to remind me that Mya didn't have one yet. Well, little Mya, you do now. Mya is a real girly girl, all pink and blond and blue eyed, and these are the colors that will match her room. I know she will love it!
While I was snapping this picture, our dog Tye decided to pose for me.