These six blocks below are probably the last I'll make for my Rainbow Scrap 9-patch quilt. Last month Angela suggested sea colors--blues/aquas--but I had plenty of those and made these instead. Oops! I finished stitching this Little Plaid Baskets with Zinnias block. How can I have spent so much time with it in my hands and not have seen the problem?! It looks like I'll be doing some unstitching soon. (Color above is more accurate.)
Lizzy and I both talk about locust trees. I love our honey locusts, and was surprised when she first responded with her intense dislike of locust trees. What's not to like? I wondered. She mentioned the thorns she remembers from childhood and how they stabbed her feet. But ours don't have thorns. With a little research, I learned that there are several kinds of locust trees. Finally, a year or so ago at a nearby park, I saw what she was talking about. Now I understand her dislike of the trees.
In autumn the leaves of our honey locust trees turn a bright golden hue. When they cover the ground, they almost seem to pave the it with gold. I feel so wealthy in the fall. The leaves add such brightness to my world. Their only drawback is that they are not friendly to our house: on rainy or damp days, they cling to our shoes and if we're not careful, come inside and fall to the floor leaving a mess. Even with that small inconvenience, I love them. (The photo at right was taken in a neighborhood a mile or so away.
And the ocean! We went to the dear, dear ocean the first week of October. I was thrilled to go! After family events at the beginning of the year, I thought our trip last September was the last time in my life I would see the ocean in person. It was wonderful to go again. (The weather is better in September than October. That is, if there isn't a hurricane.)
This was our view from the hotel room on sunny Tuesday morning. You can see the rain streaks on the window. They were easy to ignore with the gorgeous view. We were on the third floor this year, so a better view but more steps.
Later that day we walked through beautiful Thompson Island. It's on the northeast corner of Rehoboth Bay with a path that meanders through a forest and ends at a tidal marsh. It's an interesting contrast to have forest just a mile or so from the ocean.
The forest floor was covered with pine needles from the tall loblolly pines. (What a fun name!)
The next day was cloudy with a calm ocean. I love the ocean no matter what the weather but boisterous waves are more fun to watch. It was foggy in the morning and still cloudy after the fog dissipated.
It was interesting to see the little tide pools after the tide went out. They were gone after a few hours.Another interesting feature of the beach this year was the ledge the waves/tide created in thee sand. It was less than a foot high and was only along a short section of the beach. On Thursday, the waves were stronger and the sky mostly clear blue. This is the path we walk from our hotel to the ocean.
And this is the path from the ocean to the hotel.
I've been back from vacation for two weeks but I'm having trouble setting aside the vacation mindset. Responsibilities? What responsibilities? I just want to relax. Do you struggle with the transition from vacation to real life, too? I need to get on with making alternate blocks for the RSC quilt....
--Nancy.











FWIW I don't know what was mis-stitched in the zinnia basket.....What a nice getaway! Yes, I have trouble getting back to daily life after a trip. First, there's the funny feeling that you as a traveler have changed, but home (the street, the house) are the same. And then there's tackling all the things put off until "after the trip." Which is precisely where I am as I type this comment.
ReplyDeleteLovely post, Nancy. I have never seen a locust tree so that was very interesting to me. How wonderful you got to the ocean again and what a lovely trip with great sea photos too. I miss the ocean very much. I went to look at your Maple Leaf quilt...such pretty colours and I love Zinnia with a tiny booboo. :)
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