the ritual of morning. it shifts with the seasons. but there are only a few versions. we still are being drawn by the summer light, the summer routine. edgar and i pulled off to the lake to wander and see other morning walkers. bare feet pushed into flip flops. planning the day. organizing all the challenges and responsibilities that will face me. i enjoy the sun and the water and the ducks and the neighbors and edgar's rhythm as he saunters beside me. he loves to splash through puddles, cooling his feet. and then we're home. making coffee and toast. filling bowls for edgar. for the cats. noticing that i should vacuum or straighten, but heading to the studio instead. all the little moments that prepare me for the day.
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