The first time I woke up this morning was when the electricity went out somewhere around four in the morning. I had slept soundly through several hours of the wind and rain that knocked the power out, but the sudden silence that results when the power is abruptly interrupted, briefly routed me out of my sleep.

Grateful that I had a gas stove and a French press in which to make my coffee, I fell back to sleep quickly. By the time I woke up for the day, the power had been restored.

After resetting the clocks on the stove, the microwave, and the coffeemaker, I then went about the business of the morning, not the least of which was making the coffee.

I then settled in to begin my almost errand-free day. The wind still howled occasionally, but the rain had tapered off, and the reports of a sunny afternoon seemed well on the way to being proved true. The power went out again, but despite the lingering storm there was plenty of daylight, so I was able to work, uninterrupted and unimpeded.

By late morning, the power had once again been restored, and I shifted my attention from an unfelted version of the Rose Garden Tote I had been working on to my groovyghan-to-be.

I had experienced some color remorse after finishing the outer rounds of one of the flower motifs, and I had finally settled on what needed to be both done and undone. By late afternoon, shortly before it was time for me to leave the house to run the errands that had been pushed out as far as I could push them, I had finished the seven flower motifs.

As I set out to photograph them the clouds moved rapidly across the sky and one moment there would be sunshine:

and the next moment would be shadow:

Then more sunshine:

and again more shadow:

Finishing this project will be a bittersweet moment. I love working on it; each motif is its own adventure in joy.