Spring Time Quilt #1

Ellens first springtime quilt.

I finished designing Ellen's firstSpringtimequilt this afternoon.It has a mix of old and new fabric.A hand embroidered linen,and apron.Sari fabric from India,(some that I brought back)  a hankie and some vintage fabric.

I'm still waiting to get the wool batting from St Pete's Mill,in Minnesota.It usually takes about 2-3 weeks,although the woman I ordered it from said she'd try to hurry it up for me.So I'll design both 万博体育maxbetxquilts first,then have them and the backings ready when the batting arrives.

The Bedlam Farm Canada Goose Couple….

The water on the farm rose overnight once again flooding the pasture and covering the Gulley Bridge.

And our Canada Goose Couple were behind the fence instead of in the pond as usual.

I heard the goose sounding the alarm,but it took a moment to find him in the camouflage of tall grasses by the stream.Maybe he's warming his mate that we were in the area.

A few days ago I watched the goose couple chase a single Canada Goose out of the pasture where last year I saw them with their babies.

I think their nest may be somewhere in those grasses.Far from the activity of Bedlam Farm.Especially of Bud,who like to chase them.

My Hair Won't Leave Me Alone

I'm thinking of the snake skin I found in the wood pile yesterday.

If that snake is still alive,it's hibernating right now.But how good it must have felt to sluff off that old skin.To wriggle and push and climb out of its old self,and emerge soft and naked and new.

Then leave the drying skin behind,not giving it a second thought,in the woodpile.

I can't get far enough away from myself today.

The feel of my clothes touching my body is confining.My hair won't leave me alone.

I want to shave it all off.

I want to crawl out of my skin.

I run,instead of walking,through the snow hoping to leave myself behind.

I wonder how  whatever is inside of me,making me clench my jaw and hold my hands in tight little fists,will find its way out.

Still I go to work.Piecing bits of fabric together so even I am fooled into thinking the person who chose these colors and patterns must have been happy,maybe even joyous.

So there's  hope.  If I can create such delight,it must still be somewhere inside of me.

I've been though this enough times to know that tomorrow,maybe even later tonight,it will be better.I will feel different.

But until then,I bite off the nail from my index finger,trying to get down to the bone.

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