Yarn Quest Winners

Yarn Quest Grand Prize

Last week Wunx and I went on a quest. Seven of the best yarn stores in our area had a Yarn Quest that required that you visit each store and get a stamp on our official Yarn Quest cards. At the seventh store you entered your card in a drawing for a multitude of prizes.

The amazing thing is that I can no longer say I never win anything because we won! We not only won but we won THE GRAND PRIZE which was over $450.00 worth of yarn and stuff. Wunx and I had a great time splitting up the bounty.

Now we just have to figure out what to knit with all the stash.

Ruby's 11th Birthday

Happy 11th Birthday to Ruby! Ruby's life has been well documented with photos so this year was no different.I couldn' t choose which pose I liked best so I was hoping all of our blog readers would vote for their favorite. Our goal is to get all 5 of you to vote:))
Ruby's gift this year was to have a nice woman come to our home that has the ability to converse with animals and tell their people just what they think. What better gift, I thought, to be able to tell us after all this time just what is what. I know, I had my doubts too but some things she told us was a little too close to be a guess. I like to keep an open mind and besides, who I am to question an ability that I don't understand. Well, it turns out that Ruby believes she is our equal (no doubt about that) and is thrilled that we all have Rusty for our pet. Rusty, by the way, is just as happy with this arrangement and is thrilled to be everyone's pet. She does, after all love him and is happy that he is here. Whew, I thought she was going to say the opposite.

Grandma came to celebrate and brought Ruby and Rusty both a gift.
So much for that plan because Rusty's response was, "Mine, they are all Mine!"

Not so fast, I do believe Grandma brought one for me too!

All these photos and fighting for my toy makes me so tired.

Rest up dear Ruby, we will do it all again next year:)

Daylilies at Red Butte

It is daylily season here in Utah.

One of the best displays besides Bev's garden is at Red Butte Garden. That is because she and her husband planted them there several years ago.

I make it a point to check them out every year and this year's display is as good as it gets.

These are just a few of the many varieties available.

Red Butte Gardens is hosting a Daylily Show this Saturday, July 11th from 9:00 am until 3:00 pm. It will be a great opportunity to see these beauties up close and maybe even get some ideas to incorporate one or more into your own garden.

If you go, be sure to say hello to Bev.
She will be the one with the Best of Show Ribbon!

Flower Junkie

Temple Square Garden

A flower junkie is what I call myself. I am passionate about a beautiful garden and will go out of my way to enjoy one. Here in Utah, despite our desert climate ( you wouldn't know that by this year's rainfall) we have an abundance of public and private gardens that I absolutely love. Some of my favorites are the tiny public garden at Gilgal, the Temple Sqare Gardens, Red Butte, Thanksgiving Point, and of course, my home away from home, Murray Park.

Because of my affiliation with the Utah Master Gardeners and the Utah Dahlia Society I have been invited to many back yard gardens that take your breath away. It takes years of hard work and dedication not to mention lots of money to establish and maintain these works of art. I appreciate every hour and every penny.
Murray Park Rose Garden
This might be a good time to remind everyone to take a moment and look around at the Parks you will visit this 4th of July holiday. There has been a huge effort to make them beautiful just for you to enjoy.

Goodbye Grandma

My Grandma Clark died today at 94 years old. She is holding my newborn brother here. I am on the right and about 3 years old.

It is hard to put the visions of her latest existence out of my head and try and remember her when she was young, and I do mean young. She was only 38 years old when I was born.
She was a fun Grandma then and would let us do most anything we wanted. My Grandparents lived on several acres of land that they used to raise cattle. I can remember going up there to spend time with them in the summer and riding horses bare back and taking walks unescorted down to the pond. At home I was not allowed to cross the street alone.

My Grandmother swore like a sailor. I remember her calling me and my cousins “little bastards” for putting the olives on our fingers and eating them off one year before our Thanksgiving dinner. I have a dear friend that has to spell H...E...L...L. It makes me laugh to think of the language I was raised on. I finally have cleaned mine up and don’t use much more than you hear on TV these days.

I always did look forward to our big family Thanksgiving dinners and getting together for other occasions. Grandma was a great “comfort food” cook and made wonderful gravy to go on top of mounds of mashed potatoes.

Grandma loved to quilt and make other crafts although her taste in colors was always a surprise. Thinking of that I think I will go upstairs and wrap myself in my vibrant turquoise quilt she made and try harder to remember all the fun we had.