In the foreground, the bamboo stalk from the South side of the house ... at least five meters of it ... is bent to kiss the walkway.
And along the front to the West, the plum tree, planted for out first daughter, which should have been blooming from the 15th, and the Sweet Daphne, which always opens for our third daughter's birthday on the 28th,
are under a blanket of wet snow.
Yesterday's quilting session got a lot of fine work done. Even out least confident quilter made a sizable contribution, gazing at the underside after each row and wondering if her stitches were perfect enough.
Now the quilt is back on my hoop. I need to finish up the center areas and make sure all the borders are marked for next week's activity. There are four rows of chimes. Today I completed the third row to the side borders and am now chugging along on the bottom row.
Indeed, this is a good activity for a snowy day. And those flowers that are under the snow? Well, those two daughters picked their own time to be born regardless of what the doctor said so why should their flowers not do the same?