Yet another variation of my name. Again, first there was this. Then there was this. And recently, there was this. I got a call from someone who called me Makichonda. Sigh.
On the bright side, spring has sprung. This is our entryway.
And I love how the Forget-Me-Not is blooming in the rock wall.
Some beautiful sunsets:
I had a wonderful time at my spinning guild.
My African Violet is doing wonderfully!
A pair of Mourning Doves in our fountain.
I got some new doves for our aviary to keep our three company.
Wisteria in Damascus.
I finished the first bobbin!
Hand-knit socks drying on the frame my dad-in-love made for me.
A friend of mine saved a robin who’d fallen out of the nest! When I was doing wildlife rehab, I saw open mouths of robins just like this one!
Thanks so much for reading my little bloggie!
A Mānoa Girl's Bloggie 
Hi, thanks for sharing these nice pictures. I adore your beautiful yarn, are you a knitter too ?
I had to laugh at all this mispronouncing your name but it must be tiresome for you.
My name is mostly misspelled or a bit amputated or both but one can still recognize it. I stopped trying to rectify 😉
Have a nice day
Jeannine
Beautiful spinning work, Moki-chan. I marvel at how you can figure out what the yarn will look like after spinning by just looking at the raw fiber.
Re the many, many mispronunciations of your name–one of my former co-workers encountered someone whose first name was Marijuana. Apparently this poor woman’s sister was name Sativa or Canniba, or something like that. Aue.
That photo of the baby robin would make a great greeting card.