This old fireplace facing came from a shop in New Roads, LA a couple of years ago and moves around garden:
one year in this bed, one year in that. The poor thing still hasn't found a permanent home. Propped against the stone bench where I put it in July--and promptly forgot about it--the little orphan looks quite neglected. The kind of thing you look at without seeing. Maybe next year, it will find the perfect spot in the garden.
Stink bug season.
Saturday, Laddie and I took another slow country crawl. We drive in normal fashion down to Raft Bayou, then proceed at 5 mph, stopping occasionally and getting out and walking around, but mostly with our eyes on the woods, looking for deer or other critter activity. No luck in the deer department. We look at birds, butterflies, a random squirrel, a huge hollow log, wild flowers, fields planted with winter wheat, newly harvested cotton fields... On the way back into Bossier, the sides of the highway are littered with white from the cotton that escaped transport. As usual, I forgot my camera.
Saturday night, I did some hand quilting while watching Neverland; Sunday was reading, yard work, and allergies.