I live in Wake County, North Carolina, where the North American Piedmont and Atlantic Coastal Plain regions meet. This means that I am, for the most part, situated just west of the end of the Hurricane Evacuation Route, the signs for which decorate many of the roadways of eastern North Carolina.
Hurricane season does not officially begin for another 5 days, but today, with Tropical Storm Beryl moving up toward North Carolina, we got a taste of what to expect over the summer. While the temperatures were not what I consider unbearably hot, it was very warm, and the humidity made it feel even warmer.
The overcast skies made it a perfect day to crochet en plein air, and I chose as my project du jour, the sari silk old-fashioned throw rug.
Here is how it looked after I spent the morning getting to the point I had been before I had to frog it and start over to make sure the sides were even and the corners were square:
Here is how it looked a little over three hours later after I had had lunch, runs errands and worked on the throw rug:
Here it is, one hour later:
and one more hour later still:
Here is how it looked before the rain started to fall, which, as it happened, was just enough to force me to go inside earlier than I would have liked:
As usual, I had hoped to get more done than I did, and, as usual, my plans were foiled by reality.
The weather this time of year is an excellent reminder that our plans, no matter how urgent they seem to us, can be subverted and upended with hardly a moment’s notice, and despite that we persist, moving forward one stitch at a time.