The Avant Garden

are fewer and not as intensely halcyonic as the Halcyon days of Spring, but we have had a stretch of Autumn days recently that is beyond words. I won't even try a description, and this picture doesn't come close to capturing the light I enjoyed today on a trail bathed in yellow from overhanging leaves at sunset:

It's still warm enough to get in the Swannanoa and do things like this:

So I did. That's Rob's Arch #26, we believe.

Behind the sewing machine, I have gotten a touch of the quilting bug. This one is made mostly of material already in my possession (I spent $14 on a few extra yards) and a sheet I bot at the outlet place for $5. I think it is cool, primarily because of the fabrics:

It fits a twin bed.

 And the time-gobblin' quilt top is still hard at work, eating as much of my time as I allow. Rainy days and football games find me with my Bernina humming. Halfway done:

The thing is going to weigh so much that no one will want to sleep under it; and to hang it, you'd have to hire someone to reframe your house. But I seem to just keep pushing and pushing it through the hungry teeth of Elsa. The thot that "no one else has one" makes it a little easier. Football helps.

The Avant Spouse and I went out to John C. Campbell Folk School

to visit my dad, who was teaching a woodworking class, and discovered this growing-tree bench while on a walk with my mum:

 I think that is cool times 18 (cool X 18) or cool times 40 (cool X 40) or maybe even cool cubed. My hat is off to whoever created such an åsome thing.

I made a list of things to do and it all starts with finishing the time-gobblin' quilt. I complain about it, but the truth is, I really like it. The pic does not make it look appealing, but there's something about it ...

Then I will make some U.S. flag wall-hanging night lights, then clean up my room before starting any  more pprojix. It's a promise I made myself. We'll see.