i'm leaving puddles everywhere i go. i walked back up to the house from the little beach carrying my shoes, with my skirt sticking to my legs. and a little bucket of glass from sitting in the waves and sifting through the pebbles for the last half an hour. what a lovely end to a hot july day. i don't start out sitting in the lake, but it always seems that after a few minutes that's exactly where i am. and i have such beautiful little treasures to show for it. i photographed a dry pile of glass from the other day beside today's fresh pile that is still wet from the lake.and my garden has blossomed in it's own wild and beautiful way along the front of the house. roses and hollyhocks and sweetpeas and lavender against limestone. lots of photos to choose from.
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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