Cider

The apples have mostly fallen off our young apple trees. They were so very beautiful this summer, and although a human can take no credit for a tree that grows apples; there is something very fulfilling about seeing fruit grow on a stick that you shoved in the ground some four years earlier. The little kids have been enjoying the permission to reach up and pick an apple to snack on, and my littlest one can't go outside without saying "babbo, babbo".

See there on the inside? That's me and lettuce hanging out, side by side. My shirt and her fabric donation. silly girl- she put that in the mail from London, England. I discovered Lettuce the summer that my brother was dying of cancer. Her mother was dying of cancer as well, and at times, she put things into words that I could not find and the tears could flow. I had a difficult time coping that summer, but I'll always remember that one piece of poetry that I found at my computer; thanks to lettuce.
Haven't said much about the bag now, have I? Well, maybe I have. These are again, mostly "aristocratic" fabrics. By that I mean that they come from the worldwide fabric distributer guy. And that means the quality is quite high, and the fabrics are quite lovely. I did top the flap with a piece of my personal favourite- dyed chenille.

And I realise that I've become lazy here with information. Bids go until 6 pm (blogger time) central standard time. I tend to forget that we don't all know one another, and that everybody just somehow knows where I am.

Happy apples, everyone!