Wild mustard and rescued hostas and small but vital stuff

Pictures today are of wild mustard, which hitched a ride into the garden with some iris I was given, and is outliving the iris nicely, and there are rescued hosta, found tossed away, and brought home, fed, cleaned and happy now. Along with a spathiphyllum, peace lily, on the patio in that nice reading corner, found IN the dumpster years ago, and now happily residing chez Adams, and blooming multiple times every year.

It's not just animals we rescue around here! other dumpster finds, these from yesterday: cut glass bud vase in original box, miniature rocking chair, now housing three miniature dolls of mine, a miniature collection of three! two wonderful unread meditative books about knitting, several very good trivets, trivets being things I need but never get around to acquiring, and a set of stacking canisters, each compartment with the original, sealed teabags, coffee, cocoa, and capuccino. Quite a haul! and now the pressure is on again to shed other things that aren't as useful to us.

Speaking of rescuing, here are a couple of accordion jokes that really should have been left at the dumpster:

Joke One: Welcome to Heaven, here's your harp. Welcome to Hell, here's your accordion.

Joke Two: Man visits friend in fifth floor walkup in New York, leaving accordion in car on the street. Friend says aghast, you never left your accordion in an unlocked car, in THIS neighborhood? Well, yes. Go immediately, lock the car. Visitor hotfoots it down all five flights in a mad rush, runs to the car. Too late. He gazes into the back seat in horror. There on the back seat sits another accordion....

Good ideas afoot as well as terrible jokes. The tapestry is almost finished, and will appear here in due course, complete with areas of my hand prepared and spun yarn, my donated lovely roving spun, and various donated fibers. I'm planning on cutting up an ancient sheepskin coat of HP's to make a sheepskin backrest for his chair and ss legrests, too to save his skin. Always an issue with paralysis, to avoid a lot of pressure on the skin, but sheepskin ought to work.

And I am planning to turn a couple of tshirts HS designed years ago and gave me, and which have been neatly folded on a shelf for ages, into pillows, thereby saving the design, enjoying it and having some use of it. I might use some of my cleaned fleece for stuffing, too.

All this is happening in the ten spare minutes a day I have.

Ending with a question: why is it that when I try to type yarn it comes out first as yearn? is this a Freudian thing or just a typo?

Sheep seem to have got into our lives around here in a big way....