Today was one of those days, I met with a group of woman who share the love of quilts, mainly vintage quilts and any other kind for that matter. Where were we well PLU one of the meeting rooms and we had a bed turning and discussion on the what where and whys of each lovely quilt. They were not all show stoppers but each one held something of interest for us to ponder. We are starting a Western Washington branch of the American Quilt Study Group, we are not official as of yet but there was a great deal of interest in starting a group that meets 3 or 4 times a year and together we will make a ripple in Washington's antique quilt history I'm not sure which way our group will go but it is so exciting sharing stories and our quilts I know it is going to be a worth while venture and we will make a difference in the field of quilt history for Washington state.
There is so much to learn and share each lady brings with her a special skill or interest that will expand all of our knowledge about quilts we will learn from each other and grow.
Thank you Susan, Karen
and Joy for facilitating the group you are making a difference.
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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