When the Can-Do Guy leaves to build a house in the caribbean, things slow down and take on a new momentum. We sleep a little later, our chores get done with less effort, we cook and eat when the spirit moves us. We spend a lot of time outdoors rolling in the grass and chasing blackbirds. Some of us start new quilts and work deep into the night.
We bake artisan bread and make potato leek soup and amble off to our quilt guild meeting where we laugh and talk fiber that no one else would, or could, possibly understand who does not enter our circle. How I love and admire the women in my modern quilt guild! The creativity and continuing energy and enthusiasm for quilting revives me from my winter ho-hums and encourages me to plod forward. There are so many quilts to make!
I try not to think about the quilt tops that are waiting for their moment in the sun. They are carefully tucked away and will be lifted up and quilted by and by – each in its own time.
My dear daughter packed up and moved south this weekend – again. My hope is that she will be comforted with her palm trees and ocean views and that her life will begin to make sense – that happiness will come.
The old adage is true – a mother is only as happy as her least contented child.