the rain is freezing when it hits the ground. wet and icy. yesterday tom replaced our screens with the storm windows. and the extra layer of glass leaves me feeling a bit trapped. the storm windows act a little like a cage, stealing my breath. but when icy rain is slapping on the panes, there is also a sense of safety and cozy protection. while i was dashing in from the car after work, ellsworth was waiting in the yard crying at the horrible conditions. he slipped on the icy porch scurrying to the house. and i smile opening the door into the kitchen, warm and bright and messy. home. into our safe little double-paned world.
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