Indian Paintbrush

When I was little, Mom and Dad would take my brother and me to the lake to hike and play. I remember picking Indian Paintbrush and taking it home, hoping I could plant it and have Paintbrush growing in the back yard. It never worked, but I never ceased to try.

I finally have Indian Paintbrush in my yard. We only had a few when we moved here, but every year it spreads. I've seen one plant put out white flowers. If I find it this year, I'll have to get a shot of it. It's down by MIL's house.... she's probably mowed it down already.

I had big plans to mow this evening. The clover is shin-high, but I think it's going to stay that way a bit longer. We've used all the gas in the cans playing Chainsaw Wizard, so no gas to mow. I could say tacky things about MIL not offering gas to cull her broken branches, but I've been feeling rather trampled-upon by her of late. If I get started, who knows where or when it would stop. Sigh.

With gasoline being $3.49/gallon and climbing, I may just let the damned grass grow. A lovely advantage to living in the country is that there's no Lawn Police checking to see if your grass exceeds the 2.5" limit.

I picked up a Cross Country Stitching magazine at B&N last week. They have some cute, homespun-looking projects. One idea that I particularly like, the reason I bought the magazine, is the cross stitched Quilt Sampler, similar to the one Here. That's my project for this evening: Starting another UFO.

I stopped at Atwood's this afternoon and picked up a few vegetable plants. Since I didn't get off my lazy rear and get some seeds started, I'm doomed to store bought starts. Oh, well, better than nuttin'.