I have spent many hours piecing together my quilt tops and finishing them off as best I could in my temporary set-up in the mountains.
Here, I grow my beds of vegetable and herbs for the winter, watch lazuli buntings if I'm lucky enough, frighten off the coyotes and bears that occupy the woods around us. Gluey with life, the air nourished my soul, mind and body and opens me to the purest pleasures.
Les Fraises Parfait.
one patch of wild french strawberries
two nearly clean fingers
one greedy mouth.
divine and glorious.
My heart breaks for you. My Grandmother died 10 years ago at 102 and my heart aches for her every day. But you know what??? She loved me so much that the scent of homemade bread feels like her arms are around me, chocolate cake is a kiss on the top of the head, fabric running through my fingers and the sound of her treddle sewing machine whirling has her sitting right in the room. We are so blessed with our grandmothers. How lucky are we that we knoew such unconditional love!
ReplyDeleteWe accumulate ourselves through these amazing women who gave of themselves so generously despite their own heartaches. We are indeed blessed and hopefully pass on these memories to our own children and grandchildren.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful tribute you have given your grandmother with a heart so full of love for a woman who has given you so much - you are truely blessed to have known her so intimately! Let her love shine through your quilts!
ReplyDeleteHari Om!
Suzy