I had a wonderful time in Squim with the Sun Bonnet Sue Quilters, what a great guild they have over 200 members and they meet every week, and what fun they have. The room was buzzing with chatter and enthusiasm I gave a talk on my quilts it was not my best day, but as usual the my quilts talk for themselves and everybody loved seeing them.
Their Annual Quilt show has been changed to coincide with the Lavender Festival it will be a fun week end excursion and well worth the travel time. I highly recommend it and plan on going that is July 20,21 and 22nd 2012. I thank all the ladies of the Guild for the warm welcome and great time I had: they are the true meaning of a quilting bee. They were truly buzzing the whole time with friendship and creativity, chit chat and laughter; I enjoyed just watching them interact what fun they all were having. Thank you all for a great time.
After showing my quilts I got the great idea of making an album of my quilts, well so far it has not worked that is why I have so many quilts as posts, this will change I hope to make an album where people/friends can see my collection, but sadly I have not figured it out yet. I entered 50 quilts and they all came up before my posts, so I had to remove them dang a lot of time lost on that one. Anyone out there want to help teach an old girl new tricks? I think an album would be great fun.
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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