the morning is mild and i think it will be a good day. i'm tired, but the sun will give me energy. edgar is eating on the porch. the kitchen door is open and it's a little untidy. there is a leftover mist in the air, from the fog of last night. it is a still day. and in a few minutes, i'll be stepping along my little path to the studio.
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.
I can see you stepping through the mist to your studio. I hope you have a beautiful day. I miss you.
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