Right on the heals of this post, almost as if I asked for it, I present to you: "What happened Last Night."
This is our drain pipe. Isn't it pretty? As far as drain pipes go you know.. I love to glance at it as I'm passing. OK, not really, maybe it's the apple tree behind it I am so fond of? Notice how close the apple tree is in relation to the drain pipe, which happens to be connected to our home.
The one we live in, you know?
Let's take a closer look at the lovely tree. I don't know what kind it is. (and actually it belongs to our lovely neighbors, but they've made it clear that their apples are our apples so I'm just running with it..) But we have so enjoyed watching those little nuggets of fruit grown and turn colors. Now they are the perfect shade of ruby red and peach and quite remind me of the colors in the my new fabrics.favorite shows while working on some quilt market projects. It was 11:00 and a nice cool breeze was blowing through the large window that looks out into the front yard. A knock on the door..
We stopped and glanced at each other with quizzical faces.
"Who is at the door at this time of night?"
Dustin went to answer it and what I heard made my heart beat a wee bit faster.
"I was walking by and just wanted to let you know (he said this like it was an exciting, good thing) that you have a bear in your tree!"
Now let me stop here for a moment. I mentioned before how I have been fearing this, right? Would you be excited to hear that there is a BEAR 20 feet from your front door? Would you run to your room and hide under the covers?
Not if your name is Dustin.
He ran to get a flashlight and bounded outside with our happy-go-lucky neighbor and shined the light in the tree. Yes, I married a brainiac. (I fully warned him that I was going to share my view of his intelligence on this chapter of our adventure in living in the wild. He knows he will be mocked but is holding his ground that he was a safe distance away and the bear was not going to charge him.)
Whateva'. I stayed at the door.
The thing had to be at least 5 feet long and have a head the size of a basketball. Munch munch, rustle rustle. For about an hour.
This morning, I went outside to view the leftovers.
Every rustle I heard had me whipping around like there might be a mass murderer behind me. Dustin finds this quite hilarious and tells me that they are much more afraid of us then we are of them. But I didn't see the bear staying close to his house. Do I go to his front door and munch on the pretty apples in his yard? NO Because I am much more afraid of him than he is of me.
All right, moving on. :)
This week I am turning in the manuscript for my book! Hooray! If you look around the sidebars, you can find the title. I spent the morning going over design concepts for the book and I love what's churning out. Can't wait to share more with you guys. More on it soon, promise.
We are shipping off our crate for quilt market on Friday. Speaking of market, I'm going to be teaching a schoolhouse on Friday the 9th. I am teaching it with Miss Paula and we're going to be covering some easy projects that will help your shop display shine! Here is the date, time and room info for our schoolhouse as well as a sneak of the projects I'll be sharing.
Please consider it your personal invitation. :)
Michael Miller has a slot of classes before and after in the same classroom I believe, and they always have great giveaways, so try and plan to just come and get comfy. I'll be giving away a few samples, so do try and come if you can!
That's all for now, I'm going to go for a walk down my bear-less (hopefully) street and then get back to work!