I love this quilt. My mother made it for me when I graduated from the University of Michigan in 1989. I went back to school after my boys were in elementary school, and finished my bachelors that summer. It’s all hand-made, and the cool thing about it is that it’s the first quilt I ever saw my mom make. Actually, I didn’t see her sew it at all; it was a total surprise to me. But the most amazing part of the whole quilt is that my mom was legally blind when she made it. She could see out a little bit with one eye, but the rest was all blurry. She described it as cutting a tiny little one-eighth inch hole in a piece of paper and trying to see through that. Check out the detail in the second picture.

It’s all hand-quilted, and she embroidered the lines inside each fan shape. It’s her own design, and knowing that I always name and date my quilts, she embroidered the name of it and the date on the back side:


Quite a fitting name, wouldn’t you say?

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Roses and Mother Nature

Sometimes Mother Nature plays tricks on us. Sometimes they are nasty, dangerous tricks, like a flood, tornado, hurricane, and so forth. Other times they are simple little tricks. Here’s one I just don’t understand.

Several years ago, I planted two climbing rose bushes: the two you see here. The first one on my fence at the front of my side yard has always been a beautiful yellowy orange (more of a salmon color). I adored the color!

This one at the back of my yard is climbing the fence underneath the flowering plum tree. This one goes crazy climbing, producing a bounty of beautiful red roses every year.

Ok, do you notice the problem yet? The color you see on your screen is fairly true to their actual color. I’m hoping my rose buddy John will pipe in here and explain why my beautiful YELLOWISH roses are now all like the ones at the back of my yard on my other bush. I’m a little ticked off at Mother Nature right now!

If you know what’s going on, please tell me! I’m off to buy more roses today!

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