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Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Art Retreat on Whidby Island

Our 'STITCH' art group enjoyed a retreat on Whidbey Island at Ann's Island home, what a restful and productive holiday from our busy lives. Our group loves to quilt and to do it in a artful way, each month we set a challenge and it is amazing what one idea given to twelve art quilters produces.  Our diversity and imaginations creates wonderful pieces of colorful  art quilts and sometimes not a quilt but no matter what the art is  wonderful colors oozing out of each finished piece.
So we sewed, sewed and talked, eat wonderful meals and walked the beautiful beach not to mention we slept in wonderful down comforts; yes it was a lovely time.  Oh did I tell you I forgot the cords to my machine? ,A MINOR SET BACK, as it turned out Barbara's cord interfaced with mine and while she napped and slept I sewed.  I had some hand work with me and all in all I did make four totes, two bowls and I put together my baby quilt and started quilting it by hand.  So I survived the mini crisis of no cords.














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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

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston