Patchwork from the Pond

I started to put 12 pictures into this "quilt", but ran out of ambition. Like many of you quilters might say..."I was having trouble with my squares."

The toddler ducks were having a grand old time in the water. Splashing, dunking, and flapping their wings.

I snuck up in my pickup truck. I didn't want to push my luck...but I was awestruck. Among other things, the teenage ducks were doing feather plucks. Not wanting to be a duck schmuck...I took a few pictures, then backed off. Was it fun to watch? Let's just say it didn't suck.

Any kind of "quilt" reminds me of my mother. She was my favorite quiltmaker. The quilts she made for us are treasures...treasures indeed.

Leftovers for supper, then off to our local farmers market. Sweet corn has to be close. Price I hope to pay? 3 ears for a buck. My biggest gripe? Corn I do not like to shuck. What do I say when I get a bad one? "Ewww...YUCK!

OK....THAT'S ENOUGH!!!

Splash it into large for a closer look.