Let us put by some hour of every day for holy things...

Think on th' eternal home,
The Saviour left for you;
Think on the Lord most holy, come
To dwell with hearts untrue:
So shall ye tread untired His pastoral ways,
And in the darkness sing your carol of high praise.

--from Keble's The Christian Year, Thoughts in Verse

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Millions of...

I've seen hundreds of cats, thousands of cats, millions and billions and trillions of cats...

 I've made hundreds of bags, thousands of bags, millions and billions and trillions of bags... 

Or at least it certainly seems so. Actually I've made 110 in three days. A record for me, and one I've no wish to try and outdo anytime soon. Just a few finishing touches on the last batch, and they're ready to pack up and mail. Hurrah!

So let's call it a night and I'll give you the next chapter of Earth's Greatest Day.



  1. Just looking at all those bags makes me tired....

  2. You and me, both! I don't know when I'll be able to face tea-colored muslin again.