Life is funny you think all is well and then you get blindsided when you least expect it. I am doing fine but the bump in the road hurt. One thing for sure I will not bog down I will keep going and hope the weather clears if not I will wear a black rain coat and boots but I will keep going there are too many good things in my life, one bump does not make a crisis, it is just a bump, one bump that I can not fix, so I move on.
Have you ever tried to make something and it just does not go right, I am doing a Challenge "A Doll" so far I have made six hands and none work so tomorrow I start again, it is those itty bitty fingers, I get three right and two wrong or four right and one wrong I am beginning to settle for mittens at this rate I may call her Fickle Finger Jane.
I just realized the cut off date for the APNQ's quilt show in Tacoma is April 28Th if I am going to show I have to sign up this week. So if anyone of you are interested go to the Web:APNQ.org and sign up
Now you locals; the Gig Harbor Library has a show for the full month of April. It is a great little show the Monday Quilters do this every spring they set a challenge and this years was to depict a Movie, you can not believe the creative skills in that little group the quilts are wonderful so drop by you will not be sorry.
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again