are you sick of my garden yet? i have loved the wilds of my garden this year so completely. it's dense and meadow-like. the queen anne's lace dominating like an overbearing big sister. the intensity of the heat this year makes it even lovelier to me. it's thick and cool and deep. with amazing scents. and tall black hollyhocks peeking above it all. but before we head to the cottage in a couple of weeks, i'm going to have to undo all the gloriousness of it and attack it with the weedwhacker. the flowers are already withering. the grasses are browning. and my dear misunderstood garden will have soon passed it's pinnacle. i'm preparing myself. i will pick little posies like my mother does. i've never been one to make bouquets with flowers. i like to see them bursting from the ground. but my mother's house, and my house when she's here, is always dotted with wonderful clutches of flowers, large and small, wild and sedate. i'll try to start cutting the flowers to bring inside. a mason jar of queens anne's lace on the dining room table seems like a good place to start!
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