|The base of the vortex.|
This quarter's theme of The Endeavourers quilt guild was Dreams.
I was six when I first saw The Wizard of Oz on television. I had seen nothing like it in my young life, and it filled me with wonder and delight. What appeared on the screen- the plot, the characters, the music, held me entranced. I could not look away. When the tornado appeared, I was terrified of the looming, sinuous black column of doom, yet still I sat, transfixed. The fabulous songs in that movie became part of the soundtrack of my life, sung again and again. The tornado also incorporated itself into my life, but in a very different way.
|Blue skies behind and green skies before the funnel.|
|The tighter the isobars, the stronger the winds!|
|Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds sit.|