The first half has gone...oh so fast. This summer, is the blink of an eye season for sure.
Cat Days Of Summer~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gary I'm really enjoying the yarn bowl you made me as a going away gift. Rexton is not tempted to pounce the yarn ball, as it moves with my crocheting stitches.
Baa Baa Black Sheep~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The large sheep is just 12" tall & the wee Baa-bara is 8" tall.
Ewe-Nice is wearing a tabbard, made from a cotton vintage doilie & the lace trim used on the bloomers & dresses are from the doilie's edging. I'm being creative with what I have at hand.
The dresses are 3 Sisters fabric fat 1/4's that Elizabeth gifted me for Christmas, 5 years ago!
That is the wonderful thing about fabric, it never goes bad...like the lettuce in the fridge that you have every intention of eating when you purchase it! lol
It's a Country Threads pattern called 'Country Sheep - Ewe-nice & Baa-bara'. lol
Summer At The Carroll Cottage
I use to push a gas mower on this lawn back in 2009. It would take me 5 hours of mowing to get it done! Wow did I lose weight that summer, it was like being at a boot camp! lol
Friday Photo Shoot of the Addition
Wait There's More.....TROUBLE!!!
I'm impressed with the workers & how careful they are around the gardens. They have to work so close to the plants & none have been damaged!
The landfill is now feathered out, making it look even more attractive, next year we'll grass seed it.
Bill & I have met with the electrician & the plumber. It's coming together & I get a wow feeling every time I drive up to the Hardwicke house. It's deceiving from the front, you see the new entrance foyer, screened in porch, & garage. But it is the back of the house that has all the additional rooms.
This is viewed by our next door neighbours & those that are on the water.
And oh the view from those windows now!!
Thank you for stopping by for a visit to the north east part of New Brunswick and our piece of heaven on earth.
Have a wonderful week & enjoy the hot days of summer & give a listen to the staccato rubbing its wings together in the heat of the August days. Oh the sounds of summer!