morning has come with the slightest layer of snow on the rooftops. the dissected view of my lavender tree and the heavy gray morning clouds pull me into my little corner on the couch that i love so. edgar brought me downstairs early this morning and i've been puttering. it's a cold morning. the kitchen floor is icy on my bare feet.....sometimes slippers are a good thing. the cats are beginning to stretch and preen. tom brought home fudge from his mother's the other day and i just had an early morning taste. it's wonderful with coffee. edgar has had his tour around the yard and is ready for some breakfast. and ellsworth decided the call of freedom is tempered by the shivery air. the day is started with a chilly twist.
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