It’s no secret that I love sweet juicy watermelon.
For 20 years, when Frank has cut down a tree for firewood, if the starting wedge turns out nice, he brings them to me for garden art.
A little tea, a little sunshine, a Sunday morning on the deck, and a little paint.
Enough slices to share with the neighbor girls 🙂
6 thoughts on “not crochet:: longing for the melons of water”
fantastic! and you got the colours just right 🙂
Well, they do stick out in the garden well!
Wow, looks good enough to eat……if I had beaver teeth!
Those are so cute!!!
What a great idea! Watermelon is always cheery! xoxoxox