the words have been gurgling through my head all week. and now they have fallen still. the morning is only sort of early now. edgar and i have wandered the neighborhood. and now he is overseeing the morning from his bed on the porch. the cats that slept inside are out. and the ones who stayed outside are in. the thunderstorms we were warned of didn't come. the morning insects are twisting across the yard like sprays of paint. and the overnight spiderwebs are silver in the sun. the morning has come to life and i'm finding focus for the day.
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