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.