Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Gig Harbor Museum's new show opens Oct 22nd Artistry of Quilts
I encourage everyone to attend it will be very interesting to see quilting and the artestry of the makers from the early 1800's to today's contemporary art quilts. Come one, come all it is going to be a really great show...yes I do have a couple of quilts in it. One I would like to share with you, it is very special to me. My grand daughter Katie Darville age seven made her first quilt without any direction. It was after she came for a visit. She always shops for fabric for her dolls when she visits, but this time when she got home she made a quilt; then called me very excited because she had to tell me about her first quilt. I could not wait to see it and it is a work of art. I loved it so I purchased a shadow box picture frame and framed it...That is when Daddy claimed it. Well one can not disagree with Daddy so the quilt hangs in their living room but I was able to pursuade them to let me show it at the Museum...It is fun to watch peoples faces when they see it for the first time...So do come to the show you will not be dissappointed.
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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