After being held prisoner indoors all day, by cloudburst, thunder and lightning, the quiet, warm humidity of the evening feels wonderful.
The log cabin square is my first attempt ever of making some sort of quilt. It really tricked my Quadratumphobia, though, so probably I won't be making thousands like it. Maybe I could make them really crooked and lopsided and feel allright?
The last photo is from the second, out of six days, of making sour dough for baking. After only two days it is bubbling happily, alive and smelling a bit like youghurt. I believe that's the reward for using fresh milled flour, still warm from the mill. Living food.