Today is somewhat of a milestone in life. It's my 50th birthday, (it's October 21st already, here in Australia) and if you want to read the whole story of the circumstances surrounding my arrival in this world you can go here. And no, today is not Mereth's birthday as most people expect. See previous link. We have had to explain it a few times to friends who have never heard the story.

It's amazing how news travels around a small town, we have been greeted several times with sly smiles and inquiries on our health now that we are getting so aged. It's just a number though; sometimes I feel 20 again, and sometimes I feel like an 80 year old! I have been taking note of the number of people who wistfully say 'I wish I was only 50 !' and I mean to enjoy my time on earth, not moan about how old I am. As our dear brother keeps reminding us, it's all downhill from here. And I reply that I will land on him at the bottom, because he's 13 years ahead of me.

The embroidery quilt is off the frame and looks lovely; what a relief to have that finished. I immediately loaded all three runners and quilted them with simple patterns. Maybe I'll get the binding on later today and have three finished objects at last. What a good feeling that will be.

I'm sewing together some blocks I made from my 400 four-patches, and it will get quilted with a panto quick smart. I need to see finishes around here, there are far too many projects on the go. Mereth bought me some lovely pelargoniums for my birthday, and I need to move them into bigger pots today and spend some time making sure that the garden is ready for the hot weather. I'm not ready for it, I need at least another month of winter....