Friday, November 4, 2011

Quilts

There is something about Fall that makes me think of quilts. Maybe it's the rain,"soup, apple pie, hot peppermint tea" weather. We don't have proper seasons here in Southern California, more like smog, fires, mudslides and sunshine. The Young Man, (formerly known as the Boy) described it as "bipolar". It can be in the fifties one day and the eighties the next, depending on which way the wind is blowing.



When I was in high school, I obsessed about quiltmaking quite a bit. I loved the names, "Flying Geese, Ohio Star, Wedding Ring, Drunkard's Path, Bear's Paw". I don't have the patience or room to actually make one now. I can draw them though. I read once that if you're good and you get to heaven that you will be met by all the quilts that you intended to make. In that case, I'm set.


When the bold branches
Bid farewell to rainbow leaves -
Welcome wool sweaters. ~ B. Cybrill

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