Lessons learnt today.

 Don't try and take photographs of quilt tops in the breeze.  It's frustrating.

 This lesson was learnt by hubby:  Don't leave three-year-old daughter alone in the car with zinc sunscreen.

 If you go to the Opua Regatta, you WILL buy something.  Even though you say you won't.  But doesn't it suit our rustic house?

I did eventually get a picture of the quilt top.  This is what I did with my 'recession' quilt blocks that I didn't particularly like.  It will get a simple backing and be donated to 'Quilts for Kids' who donate to Women's Refuge and will also be organising quilts for Christchurch.

I haven't much felt like blogging over the past week.  It seemed flippant in the wake of the huge tragedy that was unfolding before us, and still is.  There were many other bloggers who were letting the world know what was going on, so I just pulled my head in and shed tears in the evenings after the children had gone to bed.

Kia Kaha Christchurch.  There are many people out there thinking of you and doing the little things that we can to help.

Morning moosings.

Rumpelsteakskin. He's finished his milk and now nibbling on a little meal, but he'd rather have more milk please.

Henrietta Hereford Hamburger, who has always shunned my attentions. She's really only hanging around because her mates think I'm alright. Oh, and there's calf meal on the offing.

And this little beauty came to visit today. Both my kidlets have butterfly nets, given to them by I can't remember who. I don't really like the idea of them, chasing down innocent little beasties just for fun. (Says me who was earlier scrabbling around on hands and knees catching slaters to feed to my two new turkey poults.) But if they hadn't had one, I had no way of stopping this little guy from buzzing himself to death on my ceiling. And actually, the kids have only ever used the nets to catch each other...