The New Normal

 

I'm not completely over whatever is ailing my back but I have been able to get back to somewhat of a normal routine with modifications. I found that if I sit on my big ball I could thread those heddles that have been waiting for me for ages. They are all done now so I'm getting close to being able to weave again. 

I had The Mister bring up my big rolling office chair from my downstairs craft room so I could sit comfortably enough to work on the Patchwork quilt again. I finished one more block this week. 

I really, really wanted to get this off of the Ladybug before this weekend's fiber fest so I drug the wheel over to the couch and with help from a pile of pillows I could spin for a while. I've still got a bit more to go but I should be plying soon. 

The weather hasn't been helping things along either. It's been cold and rainy here for the past few days which is not making my old bones happy but my plants are loving it. The blooms on my mystery rhododendron are spectacular this year. It's a mystery plant because the original died years ago. We put a platform over where it was for our dearly departed Mommy cat's hut and she lived there very comfortably for eleven years. When she went over the bridge last year we removed the platform and the hut and immediately this sprung up in that bare patch. It's huge now. Taller than me. I took it as a sign of something but I'm not sure what. 

Even crazier, someone tell me how the Black-eyed Susan got out of the big pot on the front porch and made its way yards away into the front bed seemingly growing out of the rocks that line the sidewalk. I'll never figure out what's going on out there. Every spring brings more puzzles to solve.