the moon walked me home last night. it sung behind the trees and pulled me along it's tunnel of light. i'm missing the moon this morning even though the sun is bright and the air is tranquil. still i will count the hours until i see her again tonight. she has mastered me, the moon.
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