The Rain
The rain we received last night was cleansing and needed. Just a few pebbles of hail mixed in with thunder. For sure the sounds of a spring.
This is the time of spring if there are wine enthusiasts about. We have several neighbors that have carpets of the yellow dandelions. Many decades ago, Raymond and Lena along with Uncle Lester, dad’s brother, tackled a batch. Nothing ventured nothing gained. In the old fruit cellar that had the dirt floor, one shelf was reserved for experiments and tasks such as that. In today’s world, the micro beer breweries are the challenge.
I met my challenge of getting the studio ready for some serious machine quilting. Oil change, grease job, threads and fuzz rousted complete with a new 90/14 needle for the thicker heft. Nothing has yet come to mind in how I want to traverse across the quilt. The studio will stay dark until such time I have it figured out.
Dennis had a day yesterday lost in thought and memories. We all need a day like that once in awhile. No pressure to be social. Today a whip around town and there was much to share when he came home. All is well with the world once again.
With that I will take my leave. ♥