The rhubarb is growing like crazy, which means jam and streusel muffins and soon, custard pie. My mouth is watering now, just typing the words.
I've been stitching like crazy on two small patriotic designs and two samplers, with another installment in my coverlet series on its way home to me from a model stitcher. I hope your needles are greased and ready, because my designing mojo is not slowing down one tiny bit.
We had an amazing thunderstorm blow through the other day, a perfectly sunny day quickly turning dark and stormy. I adore thunderstorms. They make me feel adventurous and a bit wild. The kids were playing outside, unaware of the coming storm, and came running into the house when the rain started, one excited about the thunder in the distance, the other wide eyed and scared. They sat together on the porch swing watching the rain roll in, counting seconds in between thunder and lightning, the younger one holding onto the older one for dear life. It was the sweetest thing ever. Until the most gigantic clap of thunder ever happened, and she just couldn't stand it any longer. We all jumped a foot off of the ground, she squealed and ran into the house while the boy and I laughed until we cried.
There were some seeds left over from the Russian Kale that I fell in love with and grew in the garden last Summer, so the Farmboy planted a patch in the green house for me this Spring. It has now officially taken over, and I am eating it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Yum.