We had what my Dad used to call 'a gully washer' today. It had been spitting all day but when I started home from quilt group the rain fall got serious. There were times I could barely see and the puddles were deep enough that safety dictated slower speeds. As I passed a friend, and fellow quilter's, house, the rain lessened to a light shower, then as I turned onto our road, it started again. Our driveway had a few ruts where the gravel had been moved but nothing serious.
My youngest sister went to a quilt show in England and sent me a photo of the one that was judged Best of Show. I looked at another close up and the flowers etc. are appliqued. Beautiful work.
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