Yesterday I had to re-plant almost all my tomatoes because for some reason my little seedlings are mostly croaking. They got very spindly even though they were out in the sun quite a bit. I felt so bad watching them keel over one by one.
But then I remembered even God had to start over a few times to get creation in just the right balance. (according to Jewish tradition). So I figured if God could start over with the whole she-bang, I could poke a few more tomato seeds in their containers, and not whine about it too much.

Out in the back yard we have a porch swing. It's very nice, but has no shade cover. The other day I wanted to sit out there and needed something keep the sun off me. I rumaged in the closet and found a threadbare flannel sheet that we can't use on the bed anymore. So I fixed it to the swing. It looks kind of funny in the breeze. It's a fitted sheet and it billows out like a sail on a ship. Only thing, it's a red Stewart plaid. Looks like a gypsy ship. But for now it's doing it's job. We just don't HAVE a MARTHA Stewart backyard, plaid or no. Although it's just possible that Rachel Ashwell might consider it shabby chic. I think I might have to glue on a couple of cherubs with vases of yellow roses in order to qualify. But even *I* have my decorating limits....