The Temple of Love

I found my poor little living stone uprooted and thrown on the ground when I came home yesterday. Hmph. It lives on the patio, under the kitchen window, so it wasn't the wind. I blamed the baby magpie, which has been running around tugging at seedlings in the vegetable garden. It doesn't come close to the house that I've seen, but who knows what mischief it gets up to when I'm not here to see?

When I opened the door this morning, though, while the living stone was fine, the potted plant next to it was on the ground, still in its pot. Also, one door of the cabinet of garden tools the plants sit on was open. That suggests something more dexterous than a bird, doesn't it? Perhaps I've got a possum.

My mother went to her annual quilt camp last weekend and returned with a new laptop bag (this pattern) for me.

( New bag )