It’s been very windy here in Mid-Michigan lately. Howling winds, dark nights… reminds me of my favorite poem by Robert Louis Stevenson called
Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.
I made this quilt in 1987 in honor of Mr. Stevenson.
It’s not very large: 30 x 34 inches.
But it was a lot of fun to make, and I experimented with hand dyes for the mottled