remember that afghan?

The heavy one that was made, I think, by Dad's mother. If I'm 62, and I never met her, that makes the afghan old. And it had issues. Here's the before shot of one square.

And the after.

This is not Smithsonian textile restoration, but from a distance, I dare you to pick out the problems. It will be reinstalled at the homestead in a few weeks. I even washed it. Those of you who didn't appreciate it when you were young, better change your attitude. It was 82 degrees here today, and this is WOOL.

On the garden front, sometimes we win, sometimes we lose.

This is one of about 10 yellow tulips that are now in the garden. If you check the picture, you can probably make out the stems that have been bitten off, by some four-legged creature. In one night, Bambi ate about 40 yellow tulip blossoms.

And just to show you that we do take a field trip every once in a while. We had to drive into Bethesda to find a replacement grid for Tom's grill and right next to Strosnider's (the best hardware store ever, just ignore the prices) is Bruce Variety.

It's known all over the area for never removing anything that it puts on its shelves. It's as dark and cluttered as it was when Bridget worked there while she was in high school. Nice to see some thing don't change.