Intoxicating Lavender

My best friend Susan and I have planned for about a year to make lavender wands. She has a huge lavender bush in her side yard just outside her bedroom window. A perfectly timed sunny day, a few days ago, and it bloomed just for us.
Sunday was the perfect day for it. It was a stormy day and everyone else in the house was gone. We lit a fire in the fireplace and made a pot of tea. It really was intoxicating. I never realized the aroma was soooo strong and not only in the blossoms but the leaves too. Of course we put some stems on the fire. The whole house smelled amazing. Luckily our tea was infused with caffeine or we may have just passed out. We did muster enough energy to hit a couple of yarn stores later in the day. hee hee. Oh Yeah... and I figured out that even though it's a romantic idea and I'm sure I would feel really good giving them to people and they smell great and people would love getting them...
...I HATE MAKING LAVENDER WANDS......BORING........YAWN........... A couple of sprigs tied with a bow will have to do.

Monday was another cool day and I felt like I was on a bit of a roll so I made these.
When I was a little girl my Grama Merical used to come visit from Iowa every year. She taught me alot in the kitchen. She and I used to bake and bake and bake. I learned to make killer doughnuts, and sugar cookies that would make Santa leave a few extras under the tree. And Yes!!! Cinnamon Rolls. I have since then messed around with the recipes to be sure, because I can't leave anything alone, this batch wasn't the best, but still good. I love my Grama and I miss her. She's in heaven now, smelling up the place with heavenly yummy smells. Someday we'll bake together again.

And definitely not tinted blue... I took these pictures.... Can you tell. hahahaha

The Dad and His Wein.... No not after a tummy full of cinnamon rolls. Him and J went for a hike at Steltzer Park. .........Warm fire, nice dinner, comfy chair.........

I do have some bad news about Blessings, the little bird. Our hopes of releasing him to the wild won't be met. He died. Poor guy. One day he looked great, even flying in his cage a bit and in the morn. gone. A is ok, disappointed, but ok.
I never think much goes on around here till I sit to write. I guess theres really never a dull moment and for that I am grateful.

I close again with Blessings, Sue