we had one of those deliciously rare weekends. a holiday weekend. an early spring weekend. and the first t-shirt and shorts weekend of the season. it was so beautiful. we took edgar for a little tour of cottage country. the light was high and strong. undiluted by trees. the branches are still bare and leafless from the winter. the little lakeside resorts that are scattered around us are still closed although with the temperatures feeling like june, it was strange to see everything locked up. what a wonderful weekend.
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. I write little stories in my mind as I make the quilts. sometimes they become actual stories. and sometimes I share them here.
we had one of those deliciously rare weekends. a holiday weekend. an early spring weekend. and the first t-shirt and shorts weekend of the season. it was so beautiful. we took edgar for a little tour of cottage country. the light was high and strong. undiluted by trees. the branches are still bare and leafless from the winter. the little lakeside resorts that are scattered around us are still closed although with the temperatures feeling like june, it was strange to see everything locked up. what a wonderful weekend. 
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