It strikes! one, two,
Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch,
Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest;
Would thou could'st make the time to do so too;
I'll wind thee up no more.
Is it just me or have hours turned into minutes? Maybe it is just the changing season, with summer just around the corner, grass to cut, gardens to tend and more outs and abouts. A couple of weeks have passed with very little time spent quilting and this makes for a very sad quilter. It's time to regroup. I'm hoping that by the time June comes to an end I will be able to settle into a new normal flow and the change of direction will lead me to a few extra hours, under a big old shade tree, happily stitching away.