Before I did the final packaging of the tote for its journey southward, I took a picture of it because I quite liked the wrapping paper. The tote itself shall remain a mystery until Trish receives it. That should take at least a week to ten days, depending on Canada Post and Customs.
This was an opportunity to pull out the sewing machine and immerse myself in fabric and stitching once again. I think I’m hooked which is a good thing since my stenciled wall is almost finished. Our weather has been so cold that any time I spend now in the garden means I’m bundled up in several layers of clothing.
An early Monkshood (Aconitum napellus) is blooming in that wonderful deep blue, purply colour. Even though these plants are highly poisonous, I love them and cannot imagine my garden without them. They add some height and brilliant colour at this time of year.
Every morning lately, I’ve held my breath hoping against hope that the temperatures did not fall below the freezing mark. Last night they came close but luckily, my morning glories are still looking quite happy and blooming prolifically.
I wrote in an earlier post about lime Nicotiana and I just want to say that they have been spectacular this summer. They definitely outshone the reddish purple ones which, until this year, have been my favourite ones.
And surprise of surprises, my son Benoît, actually noticed my swish new haircut. I think that is the first time ever, except for the time I came home with my hair accidentally died fire-engine red.
Before I sign off, I thought I’d share this last photograph from my stenciled wall. These are letters I attached to a section of the wall to remind me of one of the most important things in life.