Aftermath of the Hail Storm

Notes from May 10 . . .

Laziness lasts forever. For over a week I had meant to photograph the deep, rich purple iris blooming in the curve of our drive - large, lush, very noble blossoms.
Did I do it? Tomorrow.

Not going to happen now - we had the mother of all hail storms last night and the iris have been pounded to shreds. No longer will I see their intense colors sparkling in the morning sun as the stalks weave in the breeze. This year’s beauty is lost.
See the lone surviving blossom.

Next year. . . .



Steak last night was perfection. What seemed like a too short dinner lasted over an hour and a half, the salad was huge, simple vinaigrette dressing and a perfect fillet Mignon. OK, I poached a couple of hubby’s sweet potato french fries, but very few. Our table was out of the way and very private, not a easy trick since this is the Triangle’s duo of Graduation (3 universities) and Mother’s Day weekend.

Our landscaping is looking abundant, the honeysuckle vines are showing off all their coral color. Dear Hubby's efforts are coming to fruition.


This morning I must be dressed early as we have a double-whammy.
Number one Mr. Tree Guy is coming to estimate taking down a very tall, and ancient tree that has died on the terrace above the garage. The removal will be tricky but has to be done, too close for comfort.

And second, we have had no Internet for two days; something between E-mail and security protections have interlocked to prevent hook up. I will keep writing and noting the events of our lives - but when this will be posted is anybody’s guess. DH is nervous, but I know he loves a challenge and once he connects with a help-server who speaks his language, he will be back in the techno-saddle again.

Meantime, I have to rethink the Threads Magazine simple jacket begun two days ago and now I find the front panels were cut to the wrong dimension. Reading the diagram wrong, I cut the size to the “stitch-to” dimension instead of the “cut-to” dimension. Now my dilemma is: do I piece the front panels near the center, or rip out the stitching line and piece near the sleeves? Right, I’d better get to ripping and start over again. What bums me out is of the three pieces of linen that I could of used, this one is the most beautiful and the muted color that is perfect for me. Why couldn’t I have made this mistake on something less wonderful? I was right the first time: it’s so simple it’s stupid, or maybe it’s just me.

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