this morning our walk was a little magical. the weeds were covered in snow. the lake was still. the air was gentle and sunny and full of the scent of firewood. not smoky, just pungent. i can't settle into a house without a fireplace. when i was younger, renting houses at college, i had cedarwood incense that filled my dingy little rooms with the heady aroma of firewood. i loved that incense. it was a little tiny block of compressed wood chips. what a great idea.
i feel like quilts are alive. they reflect all the little joys that make life special. they emanate love and warmth. the quilts i make blend a grandmother's ideals with a fresh youthful flair. there is a nostalgia for seasons past combined with hopefulness for a bright full future. you can find me online at www.chasinglightningbugs.com