Refuge

Have you found a place of refuge, either mental or physical, during this incredibly crazy time?  

For us, it's our screened in porch...it overlooks the pond and the distant mountains.  And it's finally warm enough to hang out there.  The kitties LOVE the porch.  

This is Mystic.  He looks like a Fancy Cat, but he is really a Mechanic at heart .  He loves being in the garage and getting dirty.  He wants to hunt and eat all these lovely birdies - NOT !

Our rare white squirrel, Blizzard, is coming around more often.  Probably because we are feeding him pecans on the front porch !  He is a part of a colony of white squirrels (not albinos) that live in the Western North Carolina mountains.  He is so beautiful !

He goes WAY up in the tree and then chatters at the kitties on the porch.

There is refuge in QUILTING, too !  At a retreat last fall, a quilter at my table was preparing to throw away some scraps - I offered to adopt them...  A week later she was gifting me FOUR big grocery bags full of leftovers - great quality fabric.  This one is all finished and ready to send off to snuggle a needy teen or tween.

The top below was officially approved by Mystic immediately after I sewed it up.  The original quilter had already sewn up the rows, and I only had to put it together.  I think some little girl or boy who likes cats will love it !

Well, that's my refuge.  

I wish I could invite you to come sit on the porch with me and sit a spell, maybe sew something.

Hopefully one day - -   soon.

Kathleen