Overheard: Whew! Glad it's over--the Fourth, that is. Loud noises? Not so much. Really now, is all that boom-pop-bang REALLY necessary?
Seen: Of all the bugs in all the world, is there one more welcome in the summer night than the firefly? (Or, as we called them back in the day, lightning bugs?) Sitting out on the front lawn in our foldup chairs, watching the neighborhood fireworks display, Dear Sister and I both felt the same little nostalgic tingle of childhood memories well up when the fireflies started to "turn on". Watching them seemingly come to life just as darkness settles in is such a delight. The on-and-off glow plays tricks. Where will you show up next, little buggy? It's as if there is a tiny built-in switch. Now you see 'em, now you don't. Of course, the not-so-sweet childhood treatment of these marvelous creatures crowds into the enjoyment. And we wish we could go back in time and undo the ring-making and jar captivities. But, for now, we enjoy them in all their glorious freedom and say a simple "sorry".
Thought about: Poor ole' lonely sewing room! Not much progress in there for a few weeks on DH's Star Quilt (see May 26th post). Not much progress on ANYTHING in that room, for that matter! Here's the paltry progress:
58 Snowball Blocks (untrimmed)
18 Nine Patch Blocks of assorted turquoises
and assorted creams
Ready to start on the 17 Nine Patch Blocks of
assorted red-oranges and light red- oranges
Does anyone else out there in Blogland find it difficult to get motivated to sew in the summer? Please, lie and say yes.
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