the air is humid this morning, carrying the scent of lake on it. i love the summer of that smell. the way it permeates my idea of fresh, outdoor summer air. and the spirea is beginning to open. it's more green than white still, but not for much longer. my breath caught a little when i saw it. spirea drips with memory for me. and every spring i live another little life while the spirea blooms.
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.
It's that time of the year when the humidity creeps up, the temperature starts to climb and flowers start to bloom. I can't believe it's almost June!
ReplyDeleteLovely post and lovelier photo...calls up memories.
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