Sunny Sunday Evening

 

Today is my parents' 67th wedding anniversary. How young they look - my mother was just 18. 

Regarding my previous post about my childhood home, someone asked if my parents still lived in that home. No, they don't. We moved from there the year I turned 13. My parents were having a larger home built, but before we could move into it, my father was transferred to another town in the Interior of BC, and that's where I spent my high school years, and met my husband. 

My parents now live in the Fraser Valley region of BC, where they themselves grew up and still have lots of siblings and friends. My two siblings also live nearby. We joke in the family that I'm still living "overseas" because I'm on an island, although not nearly as far away as I once was in Ecuador! 

I've been doing a little sewing lately. We purchased a travel trailer, used, just when Covid began, and we're very glad we did. But the interior was all brown upholstery and I found it rather dark and dreary. I stitched new upholstery covers and cushions to brighten it up. The table is off just now because Tim is replacing the dark tabletop with a brighter one. 

Iris will be having her third birthday soon, and requested a nightgown similar to the flannel pajamas I made for Christmas.

I found some fun fabric with pink zebras, swinging monkeys, flowered hippos, and other animals, and stitched up a new nightgown. Then I thought it would be fun to make her a tutu skirt for dressing-up play. Of course, if I made one for Iris, her little sister, Cora, would want one, too, so I made two of them, one smaller than the other. I think they will enjoy playing with them. 

Now, around 7:30 pm, bright sunshine slants in through one side of the house, and shadows play on the living room wall. It's been very windy all day, and rather chill at times. But the warmth of the sun seems to be increasing, and I'm so very pleased about that. 

An early peony, red, bloomed lush and full. I cut a bouquet last week, and yesterday, while sitting reading, I heard a soft plop as most of the petals fell in one swoop onto the fireplace hearth. The later peonies are slowly forming fat blossoms and they will be pink and white. 

Columbine, Siberian Iris, California Poppy, and White Alliums are currently blooming. I planted the alliums a number of years ago and they bloomed one year and never again. I thought they had died, but this year, with the cedar hedge removed, they shot up and produced some lovely blooms. The bees enjoy them, too. The unnamed rose in our front garden produced the first roses, as usual. Lots of buds are forming on Gertrude Jekyll and Boscobel, too. 

We've been eating radishes, baby spinach, and arugula (rocket). I planted them at Easter, and the cool weather slowed down their growth. 

Tomorrow begins another week of teaching - just three weeks remaining. It's flown by, mostly enjoyable, but I'm ready to retire for good this time. 

I hope your week is full of lovely moments.