Now, this is love:
Actually, so is this:
The fine eye that visits to help me...and folds my African fabric on a shelf where I can reach it.
The visiting quilting friend, helping me choose African fabric for my last four blocks.
My girl's Irish family found this in a closet for her to use when she visits there.
She and her man bought a house next to his Irish homestead.
Does anyone know anything about this machine???
Outlook
My road is a ribbon,
special for me.
It winds round the mountain,
down to the sea.
It crosses the field
and stops on a hill.
Forever it runs
yet ever is still.
My road is a ribbon,
once old, always new,
a curious pathway
to my point of view.
by Alice FC Burt
My mother, long dead, still comforts me with her poetry.
