Entries for the RNA quilt show are finished, labeled and photographed at last. I don’t have a wall big enough inside the house to do the photos inside, so washing line it is. It’s really difficult to hang a queen sized quilt and not let it touch the ground at some point, especially when you have a feeble arm from quilting. This quilt is the main culprit for the “tennis” elbow, but I still think it was worthwhile. I’ve called this one Cirque du Cercles. It’s French.
I haven’t come up with a name for this dresden plate quilt yet. I have a lot of left over petals from the small plates, so there will likely be another version of this at some stage. This one was too big to hang without it touching the ground, even with the washing line as high as it goes.
I heard a bit of a commotion out in the back yard late yesterday and saw this:
About a dozen cockatoos feasting on every passion fruit they could get their little beaks on. The passion fruit vine is in the corner of the yard and has grown along the fences as well as shooting up into the neighbor's shrub. I had noticed some passion fruit ready to be picked that were up high in the shrub, and asked my son to grab them next time he was in the yard. Too slow. They picked every single one, as well as some green ones off the fence and also grabbed them off the ground. I don’t begrudge wild birds a feed every now and then but there’s a limit to my generousity.
Blurry action shot:
That’s a ripe passion fruit in it’s beak – they were picking them and flying up to the top of the gum trees to enjoy their bounty.