Dog Running thru Lupins

I posted yesterday's story about PepTok and the kids and their teacher who created it because it made me smile (and weep a little). I knew it had gone viral in this country but I had no idea that the story had made it across the pond. We are so inundated in the media by all the bad stuff and rarely do we see a simple story about kids doing what they do best.It is remarkable what legs this story has had.

As a result I am going to try to post pictures of things that make me happy as the month draws to a close. We all have so much to be anxious, angry, frustrated or depressed about these days that it seems easy to forget that there are still plenty of things in the world that make us happy. Having exhausted my angst over the horrible situation in Ukraine and done the only thing I can do which is to make a donation to UNICEF,  I am resolved to try and turn attention to things that make me happy and that I am grateful for.

No such list could even be started without a picture of Spike, sopping wet and energized from a forbidden swim in the pond filled with newt eggs. We adopted him during the pandemic when he still had vision in one eye. He has since gone totally blind as a result of retinal atrophy, a genetic condition. We were devastated when we learned from the doggy opthalmologist that he had lost the sight in his second eye, but soon realized that he was not. Other than bumping into things he has just charged on as usual when outside and remained his loving, snuggly self.
He makes us smile every time we see him. And we love his twirling happy dance with which he greets us if we have left him on his own for awhile. He has changed our lives.

I went to the quilt store in Santa Rosa today and bought some backing and sashing material for Ruta's quilt. Christie, the woman who cut fabric for me and I joked about our obsession with getting material and finding ways of storing our 'stash'. I thought I was crazy having turned  a whole closet over to mine, but she told me she has a whole separate studio at home that is filled with her fabric. Well, I pointed out to her, she does work in a fabric store. It must be like being a kid in a candy shop every day. She also gave me the names of several quilters and told me that I can get my sewing machine serviced there. 
They sell sewing machines that do everything but tap dance, but I am quite happy with the one I have. It just needs cleaning.

John and I are going to have our glass of wine up in the arbor where we can admire his newly planted beds of potatoes, beans lettuce and cucumber. The tomatoes are still in the garage.

We seem to have reverted to pioneer days, growing our food and making quilts, but it keeps us out of trouble and makes us happy....