wandering around the yard in the not-quite-light. an early september morning after a long night of rain. the air is cool. i have nothing but my nightgown on. the wood of the porch floor is soaked and the clothesline is a string of water droplets. the crickets are constant and sound even louder than usual. as long as there are crickets there is summer. i've been arguing the last couple days with people who say that summer is over. but i know that as long as it's warm enough to be barefoot, walking through an early morning garden half-clothed with cricket sounds filling the air, there is still summer left.
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