Summer
Summer is coming this weekend. I have enjoyed the cooler temps.
Today is the first day of the cotton seeds flying from the Cottonwood tree to the northwest of us. It can play havoc on air filters when lawnmowers are running just sucking them up. The one tree that did show us some grace was the huge Maple. The tree seeds that spin in the air like small airplanes were slim to none.
The studio felt cool this forenoon. Enough so that I wore a sweater. The sump pump continues to run intervals. That announces the fact that cold ground water is running on three sides of the studio via the tiling.
When I work on the purple quilt, I can see daylight at the end of the tunnel. What I can also feel is the action of the binding that is needed to finish off the raw edges. Sewing the yards of binding on one side of the perimeter of the quilt is step one in a two-step process. Step two is taking that binding and bringing it over to stitch it to the top of the quilt, meaning my right hand needs to grip that half inch of binding fabric to cover the edge of the quilt to feed it under the needle for the last hurrah. I let those two steps to be done in just as many days, showing some mercy to the ole body.
For another day in the studio, the eight blocks that are eight inches by ten inches need to have some stitching to ward off the batting bunching up. I sized up the process for possibilities. I do believe I need to think on this. Most likely the solution will come to me as I lay in bed this evening before dozing off. In the mean time, the lights went dark and the radio was turned off.
I put a pork steak into the little blue speckled roaster for the oven to be ready for our supper. A bit of bold and spicy marinade on the top will seal in the flavors. The pork to fix for meals today is not the pork for meals that I grew up with. It is now by far leaner and more flavorful. Instant potatoes and green beans will round out the fare . . . plus whatever else we come up with.
With that I will take my leave. ♥