Now I have given the final touch to Kaija's quilt. I embroidered a label and sewed to the reverse in the same corner where my signature is on the top. The name is difficult to translate, since we can build terribly long words just putting nouns together, but it means an afternoon or late morning coffee outdoors in Rantakoto, my mother's house. And the text goes on: 2,226 little memories of four generations of women in Grandma's garden, for Kaija, with love, Mom
That's it. And I damp stretched the label, Karen. I thought the writing would look nicer if I didn't iron it. I had to wash away my pencil marks and get rid of the needle holes of the name of the quilt from the first try when I used a different thread which was too thick. It turned out really nice, I think.
And look what was growing in our garden, morels:
I cooked them in fresh water for ten minutes and rinsed and cooked again for ten minutes in new fresh water. Then I'm going to deep-freeze them and hope to get more morels when we get some rain and the ground gets warmer. I'm going to serve them all later this summer when we have a big family dinner.
As you can see, DH and camera are home again safe and sound! And I'm happy.