babies that can fly to the Eiffel Tower

This delayed post has something to do with a laundry basket sitting full for 3 weeks, the doors forever open, and wild onions.

Spring has found me and keeps me outside away from the sewing machine.  I want to finish the Single Girl Quilt, but instead I lap my yard and visit the Delphinium and Foxglove and wage war on the Wild Onion.  To keep Ida interested in my crusade I suggested she make onion soup from things we do not want in the yard.

Here is her recipe:

Wild Onion Soup

Ingredients:

a handful of wild onions

chicken feathers

dandelion seeds

dead lily heads

mint

lambs ear

dried up belladonna

Place in water in sunshine and feed to babies that can fly to the Eiffel Tower

In between:
* I lounge around and watch Ida play hopscotch like I'm some kind of queen

* download old ska and try to remember what it felt like to be 20

* continually put off the trip to the grocery store and make soup from the vegetable bin

* look forward to the bounty of 40 tomato plants, squashes, corn, tomatillos, eggplants, peppers, beans, peas, cucumber, chard, quinoa, zinnas, and french marigolds

* dream bigger and mange to find space for these: