I start sewing and sometimes, things get away from me. I have been diligently working at reducing the stash, and I had an apple box full of orange and yellow strips, fat quarters, and miscellaneous leftovers. I love these mitered squares. So, on Thursday at 7AM I sat down to just put a few strips together. I was supposed to meet friends to celebrate a birthday at 12:30. I came to awareness when Kyle came home at 3. And the quilt was over half done. But my consciousness was absent the whole time. I do not remember doing this. It's a fun quilt, and I like it. I'm not complaining, but the colors and the patterns and the hypnotic process . . . I just get sucked under and disappear. If you ever wonder how old-time craftsmen could spend hours and hours and hours on their crafts, I think I have discovered the secret. The conscious mind goes someplace else.
We had a hailstorm a few days ago. Beat the crap out of our calla lilies and tomatoes. Thunder and lightning and more hail than I have ever seen in this city. I am much too much of a wuss to live in the midwest. I wanted to go hide under the bed with the cats. I rather enjoy a good electrical storm, but this pea-sized hail hammering down was a bummer.
Here's what's left of a promising young tomato plant.
And then the flooding started. You could have held trout races in the street in front of our house. We don't look for summer till after the 7th of July around here, but frostbite in June is not that common either. Climate change is real.