Tuesday, June 30, 2009


Monday, June 29, 2009

Sunday, June 28, 2009

30% Chance of Rain

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Lady Blue

Friday, June 26, 2009

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Wednesday, June 24, 2009


Cole and I walk out in the backyard this afternoon, and meet these two lovebirds preening bugs out of the lawn:

They're sandhill cranes, a pair who have been living in our neighborhood for the past five years. The bigger of the two is almost as tall as I am.

I don't think they can nest in the grill, but I moved it into the garage anyway.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009


Monday, June 22, 2009


Sunday, June 21, 2009


Not that this is in any way a hint about some painting a certain man around the house promised he'd do, you understand.

Happy Father's Day from PBWindow.

Saturday, June 20, 2009


Friday, June 19, 2009

What is it?

Sometimes there are things out there, watching us from the shadows. Can you guess what this is?

(Click on the photo to find out.)

Thursday, June 18, 2009


Wednesday, June 17, 2009


The yoyos I made out of the Ugly Challenge fabric are finished, so here are the components I'm going to use to make my entry:

I'll be finished in about a week (and there are 42 yoyos involved.) Can you guess what it will be?

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Sneak Peek

First look at the cover art for my e-book novella, Rain Lashed, which I'll (hopefully) have out as a freebie by mid-September.

Photo credit: Vitalii Gubin

Monday, June 15, 2009


"So, dear, where do you think we should build our nest?"

"Well, there's this place out in the country where you can have a bestelling author guard your eggs, write stories about them and take free family portraits . . . ."

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Lake Fountain

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Friday, June 12, 2009

On Display

My daughter and I were walking past a mall chain jewelry shop that recently went out of business, when she said, "What's that in the window?"

I was tempted to say an old customer.

Thursday, June 11, 2009


The lines are a quote from The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven by Sherman Alexie; here it is in entirety:

Imagination is the politics of dreams; imagination turns every word into a bottle rocket. . . . Imagine every day is Independence Day and save us from traveling the river changed; save us from hitchhiking the long road home. Imagine an escape. Imagine that your own shadow on the wall is a perfect door. Imagine a song stronger than penicillin. Imagine a spring with water that mends broken bones. Imagine a drum which wraps itself around your heart. Imagine a story that puts wood in the fireplace.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Ugly to Pretty

As I mentioned last week, I entered my guild's monthly challenge, which was making a quilt or quilted gift out of a yard of ugly fabric sent from another guild member. If the material I received didn't sear its image on your retinas last time, here's another shot:

I spent a couple of days contemplating the possibilities (and, occasionally, doing harm to myself) before I got a vague idea of what I might do. It all came together when I remembered this neat little tool I had tucked away in my sewing table:

I feed some of the beastly challenge fabric into it, stitched loosely around the perimeter, popped out and pulled thread until I made it into these:

So it's coming along, better than I thought. I should finish making all the yoyos this week, and then I'll move on to assembling them into . . . wait and see. :)

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Black Sheep

Monday, June 8, 2009


I found this in the opening to the garage this morning:

I swept it up into the dustpan, and carried it away from where it would be squashed by the comings and goings of our cars. After a minute it began uncurling:

Mr. Millipede kindly posed for this full length shot before he trundled off in the grass:

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Grill Mama

While cautiously checking to see if the eggs in the grill nest hatched, I caught their Mama cuddling them. Looks like she's a Carolina wren.

Saturday, June 6, 2009


At the edge of the lake are some remnants of pilings that once supported a boat building business back in 1926. The wood is mostly rotted away now, but I noticed one stump sticking out of the water had somehow sprouted a new little tree.

I doubt it's the wood piling resprouting, so I assume a bird or a wave dropped a seed on it, and it rooted.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Thursday, June 4, 2009

The Ugly Challenge

When my guild sisters decided we should have a round robin ugly challenge (everyone draws a name, and sends the person one a yard of the most unattractive fabric you have in your stash, and they have to make a quilt or quilted object out of it) I thought, how bad could it be?

Yep, I think my guild sisters have been reading my author blog, because it's not just pink and green, it's radioactive pink and green. To add insult to injury, it's polyester, has millions of bits of rainbow glitter and faux silver embellishments on it, and is the consistency of cheap skirt liner.

And I thought I was mean for sending a yard of this from my stash:

(I did not buy this fabric, btw. Someone gave it to me as a gift. Probably the same sadistic guild sister who sent me the challenge fabric.)

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Along Came A

I caught this little guy in my headlights last night; he was weaving a web between two grass plants.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Trees, Watered

Running late today because minor flooding knocked out our land lines and broadband....

But at least the trees don't need watering.

Monday, June 1, 2009


My new miniature gardenias have started to bloom; the flowers are about half the size of a standard gardenia but are just as fragrant.