Gig Harbor Quilt Festival is over and we did good, Nan the new Silent Auction Chair pulled it off she made $1,134 more them mine did last year, all in all I think it will be around $24,000.oo by the time all is counted, yahoo for our little team. Working is so much fun and we need more volunteers so keep us in mind when you are wondering what to do with your self next year. Now I am getting ready for my Featured Artist show, a "one woman show" It is a lot of work dragging half of your house into a 20x10 booth deciding what to bring to make it look interesting is a challenge. One never feels succure about showing all your creations to strangers I am always asking family, and friends "what do you think" I'm a bit compulsive in that department, but I know it is my own insecurity that makes me do it and my family and friends understand,
they know who I am and are patient with my compulsion; but strangers well I will just have to think of them as my new friends and try not to worry too much. So for a fun afternoon drop into the Westsound Quilters show in Silverdale at the Fair grounds it should be a great show there will be over 400 quilts we are also featureing a"A Thank You to the troops" display of quilts made just for them and the books are also available, I believe it is going to a great show so come on over. For Now Be Happy
Edmonds Ferry to Kingston
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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