. . . Up above the city, gazing out the window across the waters to the islands on the other side I am reminded of a large table that little old ladies would gather round with mounds of textiles.
Their movement of the fabrics pushed some up into little ranges of hills, while their smoothing out of others across the table created a sea for everyone to admire, touch and consider for the quilt to be created.
Like the ever changing weather fronts and times of day, no two quiltings were ever the same . . .
Today, Nature's quilt of Puget Sound and the surrounding area is all in blues, grays, dull silvers, creams, and greens with little prints of bright dots and little box houses. The quilt is named twilight under the weather front. There is constant movement giving a bit of an uneasy feeling, yet the whole, when gathered about oneself, can give a deep and enveloping comfort.
Good! I can see your well described "quilt" You are such a good writer.
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I like this Bryan Harper
ReplyDeleteThat is great imagery Debbie—very vivid scene of them curmudgeonly crafting and creating. And they don’t just admire their work with their eyes; it is a very tactile examination of their labors too. Their work and each day is one of a kind.
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Daniel