my head is cluttered. i can't seem to find the words lately. i had hoped to write this week. but the words are all diaphanous. pale and cloudy. out of reach. we've had a great week. amazing time with friends. swimming. sunning. treasure hunting. a lakeside fire late at night with guitars and laughter and dazzling stars. great meals. perfect weather. pure happiness. but i still can't find where the words start. there were young loons, sunning on the raft. extraordinary sunsets. breezy nights perfect for sleeping. my favorite hammock swaying in the shade. good books. and did i mention wonderful friends? and i haven't seen a single bat (which for me is a good thing). but still, the words are out of reach.
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