tom put the screens on today. we maneuvered the heavy wooden storms into the basement for the summer. and now we can throw the windows open and let in the air and the scents of spring. spring seems to be happening in fast forward. after so many weeks and weeks of cold dark rainy days, it's suddenly spring. the boats are in. the screens are on. the lawns are being cut. the air is warm. the world is blooming. summer feels within grasp.
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.
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