Daffodils, pancakes and the clocks

Yesterday I got out for a bit of a walk, found a couple of brand new golf balls out of bounds, tossed them back onto the course, and noticed these 

My shadow photo-bombing the new daffodils. All over this area they're coming up.  They're our family's 9.11 memorial, Handsome Partner's idea.

At that time he was still walking but couldn't dig, so he pointed and Handsome Son and I planted, all over, under the trees. We observed that he had the easy way of planting -- delegating it. 

He asked everyone, later,  to plant daffodils in his own memory, too, so there are plantings in many places. My own garden daffodils I showed you the other day are part of it.

And the pancakes made with aqua faba are really good, fluffy, nice color. I used whole-wheat flour for them 

Here's last night's supper, two pancakes with apple slices between, honey over. This morning it was pancake with blueberries and honey for breakfast, no picture, it went fast. 

I found a light successor to Hamish, and to my surprise, they too are set in Scotland, this one alternating with the two main characters between London and near Loch Ness. 

It's an entertaining read, though the subject is serious.  It handles PTSD and recovery, transgender issues and the illnesses the two main characters, medics, attend. That sounds so dark, but it's not depressing at all. Light touch.

Happy day everyone, I'm up at dark o'clock but the clocks changed and got me all confused. Again.

Rain, rain, rain, and more interesting things

 So here's Saturday, clever us

Every few minutes another local road reported closed. Circuitous path home from work for Handsome Son.

Meanwhile cosy cooking, cauliflower cheese with cilantro, cheddar and parmesan, chickpea flour for the roux.  Guinness book of records for most letter cs in one sentence.

First time in ages of making this, comfort food, hot, bubbling, cheesy.

Enough for several more meals.

And while I listened to podcasts, Margaret Cho and Lisa Ling talking on Archetypes with Meghan Markle about their lives in the broadcast and entertainment world as Asian American women, I stitched this

The new pillow cover, draping elegantly, fringes there, but not so as you'd notice.

And I continued my art winnowing, here artist books ready to give to friends while I'm still here to enjoy giving them.

I now have several magazine holder things these were in, to Freecycle unless Handsome Son needs them. 

There's a range of art forms here, handmade paper from my own plants also abaca (banana) fiber and first cut cotton linters, stamping with my hand carved stamps, drawing, painting, beadweaving,  couple of little portfolios of small works. They've been with me long enough, so they're ready to leave. I'm only partway through the boxes yet.

I did decide to keep this book about my town.  I think it should go to Handsome Son, because of this picture. This was back when Handsome Partner could still walk, though we helped him up after this shot.

Here Handsome Son is getting instructions on where to dig. I held the camera and the sack of mixed daffodil bulbs. This was October 2001.

We were planting the 9/11 memorial daffodils from our family, back in the trees. They're blooming out there now.

Happy day, everyone, stay dry if you're in the flood zone, where the crick can be counted on to git up.