another pink-skied night. edgar's evening walk gives me a few moments to drink in all the beauty. the air is thick and honey-scented. and when we walk past our house, my garden stops my heart a little. the sweetpeas are wandering and meandering through my front meadow garden. full purple and white blooms. curled like little orchids. hydrangea and hollyhocks too. and soon the queen anne's lace....so close to flowering, they will be cavorting with the other lovely wildings soon. i love this dense green tangle of plants and flowers and vines. and just inside the front door, sitting under the chain that sounds the boxing ring bell that serves as our doorbell, is a little collection of yard sale paintings. these simple paintings sing their own little tune. and they sit happily with a little wooden tray of beach glass. the day is late. at 9.45 the sky is still streaky. and the lightning bugs are burning. and the week has been a busy one, so we are off to bed when there is still light in the sky, like i remember doing as a child. i felt trapped by my bedroom in those days, but now, i'm grateful for an early night to relax and sleep hard.
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