I'm out of sorts. This summer thing is for the birds. I have no time to craft. I have no time clean (something I need to do). Instead, I'm on pool-watching duty. The children have been swimming every afternoon for the past few days, which leaves me glued to the rocking chair, watching the boys in the pool and listening for the napping baby. In between, taking Spenser to the bathroom 999 times. No lie. No accidents though.
One thing I've been working on a little bit here and there (at poolside and karate) are these little embroidered trees. Mason's favorite tree is the weeping willow, which he affectionately calls "monster trees." As we drive down the road (any and all roads), we point to all the monster trees we can find. I think I know where each one is on our way into town.
I embroidered these trees so I can remember his sweet innocence. And about how he was afraid of these trees last summer and isn't this summer. And how Spenser is afraid of these trees now.
The tree on the left has little green leaves (hard to see) and I filled in the trunk. The one on the left is entirely brown with a hollow trunk. I'm not sure which I like better. (Care to share your opinion?)
I've thought about branching out and making different kinds of trees (branching out -- ha ha ha). And then maybe making them into pillows or totes or patches or something. I really have decided what I'm going to make with them. I think I'll have plenty of time this summer to make them.
And I wanted to show you this little miniature cherry pie. (Don't judge me by my crust -- I don't like to bake and I was running out of dough and I was hoping to hurry up and finish so I could clean the flour that was all over me and the kitchen. I made a big mess.) I made five on Saturday night. Our church gives them to the fathers on Fathers Day every year. I always make extras to give to my two neighbors who are widowers. It's become a little tradition. I know my neighbors enjoy them and they always say, "cherry pie is my favorite," which I remember from year to year, but act surprised and pleased when they tell me.