I’d planned to share an embroidery update with you today, but I’d also planned to add much more to the piece yesterday. Such was not to be the case.
Baking went as planned before I made a cup of tea with the intent to sit down and stitch. First, I wanted to plant a few onions I’d rooted. As I went out the back door, Tag pushed out while my hands were full. Dang it! I was lucky that I managed to keep him close while I planted.
When I was finished, I called him so we could go back inside, and that’s when he gave me that look. I knew I was in trouble. He turned and started to run.
I nearly caught up to him, but he got to a treeline that was heavy with buckthorn bushes. He managed to scurry under the bushes, but I proceeded more cautiously because...thorns! He was gone in a flash.
I went back to the house to enlist Handsome’s help. He went out, but was injured when he fell in the underbrush. He tripped on an unseen rock, and cane back home all bloodied. He got cleaned up while I walked. Not a single sign of my elderly lowrider.
I borrowed Andy and Shelly’s four-wheel cart and continued my search. As I headed back to the house, I saw him. Tag had moseyed back home all on his ownsome at least an hour after leaving.
I returned the four-wheeler to our dear neighbors and walked back down the hill to our house. My pedometer registered nearly a mile in steps for the day. I kind of knew it without looking. My bum knee was fairly screaming at me.
Needless to say, dinner and feeding cats and dogs ran all over any remaining time with needle and thread. I’m sharing photos of my huge columbines from my garden instead. I promise embroidery pictures tomorrow. I’m not doing anything except needlework today.
