The bridal wreath spirea is in full blown bloom.
And we almost had a full blown domestic crisis when our clothes washer went on the blink yesterday. I was outside watering the new garden when Bill put in a load. He came outside to tell me something and, while the door was open, I heard a sound that I thought was construction noise from a neighbour's place. It was not the sound a washing machine makes when it is unbalanced. It was more like the continuous screech of a power saw. I went inside a few minutes later and realized with horror that the sound was coming from our basement. More horror when I called our usual appliance repair company and they told me no one could come until NEXT WEEK. We need clean clothes to take to Ottawa. I got onto the internet, found another repair company and they sent someone today who, thankfully, was able to repair our old clunker. Yay! I did have a backup plan to take everything to a local laundromat--what an excuse to sit and knit, but now no need.
I've started on the laundry here at home and I'm looking forward to a little knitting interlude with a pot of tea in the back garden. Very calming (at least until the caffeine kicks in).
