I went to the Christmas Eve service today in sheets of rain. High winds had blown through most of the day. I watered all of the indoor plants according to my roughly weekly routine, and the camellia and plumbago that are sheltered under the front porch. Unlikely that any plants would be sheltered in this howling storm.
The day was otherwise quiet. I had a contemplative time cleaning and ironing a box of Verna’s hand-crocheted linens. Tablecloths are an ironing experience not to be replicated or repeated easily. I worked around the edge of a long tablecloth that never seemed to come to an end. Then I slowly worked my way in towards the center, a process that also never seemed to end. All is now snugly stored in the linen closet.