the heat is intense. the cats have looked like this all day. i took a quick trip over the border to the land of my birth this morning to pick up a roll of cotton quilting batting that i'd ordered. and the queen anne's lace waving in the fields and on the edge of the highway made me cry as i drove. it is one of many personal iconic summer-isms, but possibly the one i hold dearest. i will head to my parents in the next few days to get photos of the fields all white and dreamy. i am finding this summer the most beautiful i can remember. and sarah harmer's 'songs for clem' is the soundtrack to all the steamy beauty.
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