My new toy is a flour mill that attaches to my mixer. It a big behemoth of a thing, and I can't wait to try it, but I know that if I ill my wheat now, I will have to take great care not to let it go rancid. So I shall wait for a cool day. But then, look out. I'll play to my hearts content.
So instead I knit. A little on the Shetland Shawl. I finished the sleeves on the funky sweater. I knit a little on the pink Icarus. The afternoon ended with no significant progress with any single thing.
It was just one of those days. By evening we had a series of massive thunderstorms go over and over and over. Like ripples, there was always a period of calm in between crests of storm.
I love storms. Their power, their might is a reminder that we are small in the scheme of things. I find that comforting, knowing that we are small. It makes our human failings lose some of their horror. If we are small, maybe our failings are too. I love storms.
2 comments:
storm watching is one of our favourite family things to do. We had some earlier in the week around 1am, and all three of us got out of beds to stnad under the porch roof and watch. THe best place to watch is at the cottage - safe in the screened porch, wtching nature's awesome show.
Catching up on some blog reading and reading several at once, gives me the impression that your weather has been quite wet and dark. Hope it improves for the rest of the summer.
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