I was out numbered three to one, but we ate well, wonderful dip of seven layer Mex and corn chips, watermelon. Pizza and apple pie and a win what more can we ask for.
Father, Son and Grandson good men spending time watching the game, doing some shooting, the breeze you know, they are all good guys and fun to listen to as they talk about camping and the summer plans, and hooping and hollering over the game.
I played with my quilts, getting them ready for a lecture next Saturday at PLU.
Days pass and I am finally ready for the PLU Show and Tell for the New Western Washington Quilt Study Group. My friend Susan came and help put it all together what a doll she is. It will be fun sharing my quilts from 1860 to 1910, there will be time for others to bring their quilts of the era, I have to admit quilts made during this period of our countries development are my favorite so much was happening. So many changes so very fast, I have quilts made when Custer died and the transcontinental Railroad was connected and the Civil war, the telegraph I like to tell how it was used during the war allowing Lincoln
keep in contact with his Generals so many changes and we take it all for granted. Well wish me well it is going to be fun, only problem, I have to leave home at 8:45 and as you all know I do not do mornings, but for quilts I think I can.
A dear friend Erlene Smarr died this week she was almost 90 a quilting sister, a gentle spirit who for the last couple of years slipped into a world of her own. Her family are bringing her quilts as they gather to say their good-byes she left them love and hugs in those quilts, she made one special for each family member how special is that.
How wonderful to be able to wrap up in a quilt made just for you, a quilt to comfort you when you feel sad and know that the maker loved you.
Thank you Erlene for being the dear soul and friend you were to all who knew you
Flying Free
The little birds trust God
For they go singing from Northern woods
Where autumns winds start to blow
They travel south for a winters rest to await springs call.
Then with joyous faith they follow unmarked pathways
Winging to summers lands of songs
Winging to the unknown
Let us go singing and no longer cry
Since we know our times are in His hands
Why should we weep and fear while others call it dying
It's merely flying free to a far off land of summer
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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